Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may and summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimmed.
And every fair from fair sometimes declines by natures changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade nor lose complexion of that fair thou owst.
Nor shall death brag thou wondrest in his shade when in eternal lines from time thou growst.
As long as man can breahte and eyes can see, so long lives this and this gives life to thee.

W. Shakespeare.











När jag kommer hem till mor & far luktar det himelskt från liljor, jasmine, pioner och rosor. Ljuvligt!!!
Jag älskar blommor och längtar efter att ha en egen trädgård.