And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I think that any time of great pain is a time of transformation, a fertile time to plant new seeds.
In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.
The time was ripe for Flower. The vibe was right.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Gardeners are good at nurturing, and they have a great quality of patience, they're tender. They have to be persistent.
Sometimes you got to hurt something to help something. Sometimes you have to plow under one thing in order for something else to grow.
Living with fear stops us taking risks, and if you don't go out on the branch, you're never going to get the best fruit.
The fact that I was fortunate enough to escape contagion, in spite of frequent, sometimes daily contacts with the disease, was because I soon guessed how it spread.
Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.