Daily Garden Reflections

My Soul Is Like A Garden-Close

My Soul Is Like A Garden-Close

My soul is like a garden-close where marjoram and lilac grow, where soft the scent of long ago over the border lightly blows.

My Soul Is Like A Garden-Close

My soul is like a garden-close where marjoram and lilac grow, where soft the scent of long ago over the border lightly blows.

A Human Greenhouse

A Human Greenhouse

I who kept the greenhouse, lover of trees and flowers, oft in life saw this umbrageous elm, measuring its generous branches.

A Human Greenhouse

I who kept the greenhouse, lover of trees and flowers, oft in life saw this umbrageous elm, measuring its generous branches.

Live Life Like A Bird

Live Life Like A Bird

A bird came down the walk. He drank a dew from a convenient grass and then hopped sidewise to the wall to let a beetle pass.

Live Life Like A Bird

A bird came down the walk. He drank a dew from a convenient grass and then hopped sidewise to the wall to let a beetle pass.

A Single Rose Can Be My Garden

A Single Rose Can Be My Garden

I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, a fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw its sweets upon the summer.

A Single Rose Can Be My Garden

I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, a fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw its sweets upon the summer.

All Kinds Of Happy Insects

All Kinds Of Happy Insects

Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness.

All Kinds Of Happy Insects

Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness.

Never May The Fruit Be Picked

Never May The Fruit Be Picked

Never, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough and gathered into barrels. He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

Never May The Fruit Be Picked

Never, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough and gathered into barrels. He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.