“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter.”
~ John Keats

 

 

This amaryllis bulb was a Christmas gift; it actually bloomed a few weeks ago. It’s amazing to me how it can grow, how one bulb supplies the nutrients needed to produce the large blossoms. The blooms remind me of a trumpet.

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The quote above by Keats intrigues me. What melodies are you listening to? What are “unheard melodies”? What sorts of unheard melodies are we listening to? What makes them sweeter than those that are heard? Some thoughtful words to ponder.

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