Saturday, May 24, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
May's Garden
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Gardening is how I relax. It's another form of creating and playing with colors.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.
When I go into the garden, I forget everything. It's uncomplicated in my world of gardening. It's trial and error, really. If something doesn't work, it comes out, and you start all over again.
A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
Friday, May 2, 2014
A Glimpse
It's one of those days where I must calm my mind and tend to domestic responsibilities. I can live in chaos to a point…then…the twitchiness sets in. I will catch up on the news, listen to music as I scrub and dust and organize the "twitchies" away…then I will begin messing things up again as I continue to work on several series…here's a glimpse of one:
Happy Friday to you…More to follow!
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