| DOWN THE GARDEN PATH |
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| COUNTRY DAWN
Morning mist rises lazily in the woods. Deer quietly glide through the grass, pausing to nibble on the sweet blades. A lonely Canada gander flying slowly above, plaintively honks to another gander feeding in the creek below, both too young to have mates. A family flock of geese swim in the sparkling ripples, wee goslings darting amongst the cattails, while their parents guardedly watch a deer drinking. Ribbons of tadpoles flit beneath, and a Blue Heron stands patiently in the water, one foot up, waiting for his opportunity. A bullfrog near a water lilly, deeply rumbles, answered by another hidden in the reeds. Cliff swallows fly in and out of their homes dug into a high embankment near the twisting rivulet, feeding on the tiny insects skittering over the water surface. The harsh sound of a crow cawing from an elm tree greets a fox trying to sneak up on a rabbit. More melodic songs are heard from robins sitting in trees near the garden. Rays of sunlight begin to shine, the mist is lifting, the gentle breeze whispers, a dew drop falls from a rose, it is another new day. Rejoice, it is another new day. |
| BEYOND THE GARDEN GATE
Step into my garden Step in and you'll see A measure of peace And tranquillity. It's the scent of the blossoms The buzz of the bees The sweet song of birds As they sing in the trees. The sweet scent of roses Their petals so new As they glisten and sparkle With the fresh morning dew. Run your toes through the grass Beneath a canopy of trees Hear the rustle of leaves As they blow in the breeze. Let the beauty of springtime Fill your soul with great peace Take it with you and share it With each one you meet. ~~Author Unknown~~ |
| "Rest is not idleness, and to
lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time." ~~John Lubbock~~ |
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| There is a harmony
In autumn, And a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer Is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, As if it had not been!" ~~Percy Bysshe Shelley~~ |
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| "No matter how long the winter,
spring is sure to follow." ~~Proverb from Guinea~~ |
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| And now dear friend, it is time to bid Adieu. Thank you for dropping by. I hope you enjoyed your visit in my gardens. Please come again, the gate is always open. May your days be warm and bright, and soft winds for your
travel down the road of life. ~~Lucy~~ |
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