“The three species of pine native to Wisconsin (white, red and jack) differ radically in their opinions about marriageable age. The precocious jackpine sometimes bloom and bears cones a year or two after leaving the nursery, and a few of my 13-year-old jacks already boast of grandchildren. My 13-year-old reds first bloomed this year, but my whites have not yet bloomed; they adhere closely to the Anglo-Saxon doctrine of free, white, and twenty-one.”
“I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.”
“The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from the giant pine, which lives for a thousand years.”
“I'm at a camp with over 100 girls 11 to 13 years old, around my own age, and I feel like my parents are my only friends. -Mackenzie”
“Three years ago my kindness covered me like a pure white blanket. Soon after, my white heart started to have tiny flecks of the truth splattered against it.Tainting it.”
“Like the garlic mustard in my garden and the roses on my fence, love has a funny way of blooming after years of being buried.”