Daily Garden Reflections
Old Gardens Are A Place Of Solitude
Old gardens have a language of their own, and mine sweet speech to linger in the heart. A goodly place it is.
Old Gardens Are A Place Of Solitude
Old gardens have a language of their own, and mine sweet speech to linger in the heart. A goodly place it is.
The Miracle Of A Single Flower
Where love is life the roses blow, though winds be rude and cold the snow, the roses climb serenely slow.
The Miracle Of A Single Flower
Where love is life the roses blow, though winds be rude and cold the snow, the roses climb serenely slow.
Learn To Trust In Nature
Hear the voices of the breeze that trust their secrets to the trees. Hear the busy little brook that fills with music all the nook.
Learn To Trust In Nature
Hear the voices of the breeze that trust their secrets to the trees. Hear the busy little brook that fills with music all the nook.
Never Be Afraid To Be A Poppy
Not any flowers that blow can match the glory of your gleaming red; such sunny-warm and dreamy hue.
Never Be Afraid To Be A Poppy
Not any flowers that blow can match the glory of your gleaming red; such sunny-warm and dreamy hue.
Autumn Is A Time Of Harvest
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
Autumn Is A Time Of Harvest
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
A Better Land, A Better Gardener
Mark thou thy garden, and not spare thyself as honest labourer. Break thou the earth and turn withal.
A Better Land, A Better Gardener
Mark thou thy garden, and not spare thyself as honest labourer. Break thou the earth and turn withal.