Daily Garden Reflections
Lord, I Ask A Garden
Lord, I ask a garden in a quiet spot where there may be a brook with a good flow, a humble little house covered with bell-flowers.
Lord, I Ask A Garden
Lord, I ask a garden in a quiet spot where there may be a brook with a good flow, a humble little house covered with bell-flowers.
Over The Garden Wall
By the side of a wall in a garden gay, a little rose-bush grew; in the first dear days of the month of May, loved by the sun and dew.
Over The Garden Wall
By the side of a wall in a garden gay, a little rose-bush grew; in the first dear days of the month of May, loved by the sun and dew.
The Color Of Winter
Shed no tear for the dying year or that sublime decay which marks the ignominious end of kinds and worn-out things. Make way for spring!
The Color Of Winter
Shed no tear for the dying year or that sublime decay which marks the ignominious end of kinds and worn-out things. Make way for spring!
The Time Of Roses
Love, it is the time of roses! In bright fields and garden-closes how they burgeon and unfold! How they sweep o'er tombs and towers.
The Time Of Roses
Love, it is the time of roses! In bright fields and garden-closes how they burgeon and unfold! How they sweep o'er tombs and towers.
Morning Is The Best Of All Times
Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Birds call to one another.
Morning Is The Best Of All Times
Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Birds call to one another.