" For now, she would dance among the garden.
When azaleas bloom in winter.
When hurricanes come in fall.
Maybe the paint was not so much these out-of-season moments, but more what was growing in between them. The clumsy grasp to keep summer's blooms in winter would inevitably fail. And yet hope always came rising up, resurrected from the frozen ground.
For as garden turns to garden, flowers turn to dust, and glory goes to glory, the changes are within us.
And maybe beauty's greatest achievement isn't in the staying... but that in its return, again and again, it paints the eternal---all the beautiful things that will never fade. "

― Ashley Clark , Paint and Nectar (Heirloom Secrets, #2)