Harriette Simpson Arnow - There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost w

There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived through all the heat and noise and stench of summertime, and now each widely opened flower was like a triumphant cry, "We will, we will make seed before we die."

- Harriette Simpson Arnow

topic: Flower, Summertime, Bitter Cold