February 2012
19 posts
A Work of Artifice
The bonsai tree in the attractive pot could have grown eighty feet tall on the side of a mountain till split by lightning. But a gardener carefully pruned it. It is nine inches high. Every day as he whittles back the branches the gardener croons, It is your nature to be small and cozy, domestic and weak; how lucky, little tree, to have a pot to grow in. With living creatures one must begin very...
“When I saw you, I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew.”
– William Shakespeare
“Life is short.
Break the rules,
Forgive quickly,
Kiss slowly,
Love truly,...”
– Mark Twain