La Vie Fleurie, the place with flowers with true roots, nurtured by a loving mother earth may bloom, the petals fan widely over the canvass and sometimes when I pass it I think I can almost detect a fragrance. Golden petals radiated the sunny rays. Each one was a glorious sun of the soil so rooted in the good earth. They were the flowers of our joyful days, of the spring and summertime. We loved them so.