Herbarium

The flowers in the gardens are sad, like the animals in the zoo, they put showing oneself for an ephemeral complacency of others. The wild flower, which bravely grows in lonely and hostile places, without any attention, it is a fantastic creature: it flaunts elegantly his very slow dance in a wonderfully empty theater. It give to the world a...

In the middle of winter I saw a flower, in a meadow covered in snow, which, against all rules, was enjoying the sun.