Nature gives to every time and season some
beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the
grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can
scarcely mark their progress.
When the world wearies, and society
ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden.
Minnie Aumonier
“From Black pudding to pickled jellyfish,
beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. What we see and taste as beautiful depends
largely on what our family and friends approve of -- with just a little room
for personal preference.”
Give
me a little ecstasy … It’s just the excitement of beauty, really. It’s not to be forced. It’s a process, not a goal. Joy can be a goal, but ecstasy can’t. It happens when you get to the point where
everything is perfectly satisfactory, the way you wanted it to be, when you
can’t get it any better, when you are just there, hit the nail on the head.