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What if a cactus felt really bad?
Hurt and depressed and truly quite sad?
Feeling unwelcome or feeling unliked,
Not feeling like dealing with being all spiked…”

~ Could You Hug a Cactus, by Phillip Van Wagoner, 2016

 

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The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail. – Amitendranath Tagore

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Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book. ~ Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book

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Be still and the earth will speak to you. ~ Navajo proverb

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A neighbor recently invited me down to shoot some pictures of the blossoms on a barrel cactus he’s had since it was a seedling.  These were the first blossoms on this particular cactus.  It’s 35 years old.  Desert gardens take patience!

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A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart. He taught me to appreciate the simple things-a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. And as he grew old and achy, he taught me about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty. ~ John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World’s Worst Dog

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I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it’s the same moon as Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at. ~ Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It

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It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~ Mark Twain

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Where flowers bloom so does hope. ~ Lady Bird Johnson

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Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. ~ Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine