Daily Garden Reflections
The Song Of The Bee
The solitary bee whose buzzing was the only sound of life, flew there on restless wing, seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
The Song Of The Bee
The solitary bee whose buzzing was the only sound of life, flew there on restless wing, seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
We Love Our Little Garden
We love our little garden, and tend it with such care. You will not find a faded leaf or blighted blossom there.
We Love Our Little Garden
We love our little garden, and tend it with such care. You will not find a faded leaf or blighted blossom there.
As Spring Lifts Up
I lift my heart as springs lifts up a yellow daisy to the rain; my heart will be a lovely cup altho' it holds but pain.
As Spring Lifts Up
I lift my heart as springs lifts up a yellow daisy to the rain; my heart will be a lovely cup altho' it holds but pain.
After The Winter
We will seek the quiet hill where towers the cotton tree, and leaps the laughing crystal rill, and works the droning bee.
After The Winter
We will seek the quiet hill where towers the cotton tree, and leaps the laughing crystal rill, and works the droning bee.
In The Woods
You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns.
In The Woods
You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns.
The Sky Is A Beautiful Old Parchment
The dawn was apple-green, the sky was green wine held up in the sun, the moon was a golden petal between.
The Sky Is A Beautiful Old Parchment
The dawn was apple-green, the sky was green wine held up in the sun, the moon was a golden petal between.