they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
— Marcel Proust
I am enjoying the blessings of white picket fences, pink clematis, and red rugusa roses — and those who house and care for them. And me.
I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night.
In between, I occupy myself as best I can.
— Cary Grant
On the other hand,
Every passing minute
is another chance
to turn it all around.
— From Vanilla Sky