When the moon comes up, I go down For the first time There's a garden deep, deep in my heart But it's blossomed for the last time — Happy Rhodes Copy Share Image
The aster has not wasted spring and summer because it has not blossomed. It has been all the time preparing for what is to follow, and in autumn it is the glory of the field, and only the frost lays… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
