” Sometimes our fate looks like a fruit tree in the winter.
Who should by this sad sight surely think, that this stiff branches,
these ragged twigs will green, blossom again in next spring,
thereafter may bear fruit, but we hope so, we know so.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Text & image source: Johanna von Bernus https://www.facebook.com/groups/celestialsanctum/?tn-str=*F