Discreet Weed Quotes

If I could, I would choose every day another form, plant or animal, I would be all the flowers one by one: weed, thistle or rose; a tropical tree with a tangle of branches, seaweed cast by the shore, or mountain whipped by winds; bird of prey, a croaking bird, or a bird with a melodious song; beast of the forest or tame animal. Let me live the life of every species , wildly and un-self-consciously, let me try out the entire spectrum of nature, let me change gracefully, discreetly, as if it were the most natural procedure.

Find one rampant weed you love (to eat)

Are you afraid of something, Ellen? Afraid I’ll hurt you?” “Hurt me?” She scooted around a little. “Of course you’ll hurt me.” “Blazes.” Val went still behind her. “That answer doesn’t encourage a fellow, love. Whatever do you mean?” “You will offer me the sort of oblivion widows can discreetly enjoy, Valentine, and some sweet memories, but we both know nothing can come of it. When you are no longer interested, or you sell the property, you’ll move along with your life, selling your furniture, maybe restoring another estate, and I’ll still be here weeding my bed. My beds.” He