Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into
their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy,
embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain
bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a
darkening green background.
- Rosemary Verey, The Scented Garden, 1981

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station through
which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.
- George Washington Carver

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
--from "Fiddler On The Roof"

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty,
and never see the Dawn!
- Logan Pearsall Smith