Daily Garden Reflections
A Song For Merry Harvest
'Tis Nature's call, and every voice that lives shall welcome merry harvest, and bless the God that gives.
A Song For Merry Harvest
'Tis Nature's call, and every voice that lives shall welcome merry harvest, and bless the God that gives.
A Beautiful Spring Morning
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive — to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
A Beautiful Spring Morning
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive — to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
See The Rose And Not Its Thorns
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose. The pessimist stares at the thorns.
See The Rose And Not Its Thorns
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose. The pessimist stares at the thorns.
The Warm Green Of The Grass
The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread.
The Warm Green Of The Grass
The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread.
A Garden Full Of Quaint Delight
I own a solace shut within my heart, a garden full of many a quaint delight and warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine.
A Garden Full Of Quaint Delight
I own a solace shut within my heart, a garden full of many a quaint delight and warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine.