« There is a concatenation of all events in this best of possible worlds; for, in short, had you not been kicked out of a fine castle for the love of Miss Cunegond; had you not been put into the Inquisition; had you not traveled over America on foot; had you not run the Baron through the body; and had you not lost all your sheep, which you brought from the good country of El Dorado, you would not have been here to eat preserved citrons and pistachio nuts. »
« Excellently observed, » answered Candide, « but let us cultivate our gardens. »
~ Candide, by Voltaire.
Tomato plants. They had become so overcrowded, I was forced to uproot a few.
But it felt more like Infanticide.
Scheming and plotting his next escape. Vraiment espiegle, ce chat.
Our sunflowers have finally opened up to the sun. At last.