“Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming.”

“You ought to see it when it blooms, all dark red flowers from horizon to horizon, like a see of blood. Come the dry season, and the world turns the color of old bronze. And this is only hranna, child. There are hundred kinds of grass out there, grasses as yellow as lemon and as dark as indigo, blue grasses and orange grasses and grasses as rainbows.”

“Born to blossom, bloom to perish”

“Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass,This life can be.Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautifulBecause common, beautiful because beautiful,Noble because common, because free.”

“Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.”

“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.”