Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul. Henry Ward Beecher
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring. Aldo Leopold
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.