"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
Two lovely bouquets from the hospital. Both arrangements have amazing combination of peonies and hydrangeas — but the top is my favorite bouquet of all time. The blue flower is a type of hydrangea I’ve never seen before.