Jean Hersey Quotes
November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.
In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.
Some days confidence shrinks to the size of a pea, and the backbone feels like a feather. We want to be somewhere else, and don't know where - want to be someone else and don't know who.
In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.
I love planting bulbs. It is making promises with tomorrow, believing in next year and the future.
