“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeit's not, Lust like a glutton dies, Love is all truth, Lust full”
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Greenhouse in Guysborough County, Nova Scotia, Canada.

My father built this greenhouse with salvaged windows and wood from abandoned crumbling barns and our forest.  He built the foundation with handmade cement and rocks from our property.  It is perfect for growing tomatoes in our maritime climate.

Contributed by Julia Reddy.
I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)

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i bet you don’t know i love butterflies
But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one’s life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your Favorited fountain? And then to do it again the next day?
Elizabeth Gilbert (via purplebuddhaproject)

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