The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
My only sunshine
From Mr. Fred
This is the first pot of colourful flowers I ever received! Hee... I really love the way they are placed together and how nice smelling they are.
