Now I Know

“From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom… It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.”
(Zora Neale Hurston, “Their Eyes Were Watching God”)

posted earlier:

Winter Art You Can Fly Closer to Nature

Corciolli – Highlander

2 thoughts on “Now I Know

  1. Looking forward to spring; when the roses in gardens awake from their slumber and sing…
    enjoyed the song of the flute and it reminded me of another “spring” quote…
    “Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.” ~Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

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