What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile, a feast without a welcome. Are not flowers the stars of the earth, and are not our stars the flowers of the heaven ... a flower is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness in a flower ... pure, undiluted, untouched joy. Wishing you a wonderful Friday evening, my dear friend Ariele.
