‘Tis the last rose of Summer left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes, or give sigh for sigh.
Thomas Moore.

Photo of cats, travel, flowers
‘Tis the last rose of Summer left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes, or give sigh for sigh.
Thomas Moore.
To escape and sit quietly on a beach, watching the sun set, is my idea of paradise.
May you never forget what is worth remembering,
nor ever remember what is best forgotten.
Irish Blessing.
Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath.
Nanette L. Avery.
Worry is like a rocking chair:
both give you something to do,
but neither gets you anywhere.
American proverb, mid 20th century.
Is not this a true Autumn day?
Just the still melancholy that I love –
that makes life and nature harmonize.
George Eliot.
Courage doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying
“I will try again tomorrow”.
Mary Anne Radmacher.
People who only see one side of things
Engage in quarrels and disputes.
Pali Tripitaka – 2nd century BC.
No pleasure is worth giving up for the sake of two more years in a geriatric home in
Weston-Super-Mare.
Kingsley Amis.
Deep Peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep Peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep Peace of the son of peace to you,
this Christmas and all through the year.
Irish Christmas Blessing.