Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
— Anias Nin
While driving thru Prince Edward County I saw this beauty and thought ‘yeah, sometimes this just says it all” and had to take a photo of it.