Little things seem nothing but they give peace like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

My progress was rendered delightful by the sylvan elegance of the groves chearful meadows and high distant forests which in grand order presented themselves to view.

My ideal is to wake up in the morning and run around the meadow naked.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root and in that freedom bold.