'The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.' (St. Therese of Lisieux)
Where I live, spring is suddenly upon us. It's a good time for visiting cloister gardens, so I think I'll spend the next few days doing exactly that.
Care to come along?
Painting: Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale, Clare Tending Plants