I spent the afternoon in these beautiful woods after work today. The fragrance from these bluebells were overwhelming! In places it looked like a carpet of purple. Wish I had taken a photo as good as my eyes had seen these today!
I was born today, surely I?ll die in the morning
Like the grass of the field, man rises and falls. Here today and gone tomorrow. But God, who clothes the field with the splendor of wild flowers see?s the people.
What ails you?
What worries you?
You live a lifetime in a moment, you live for merely a moment.
He comes out like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and continues not.
The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.