We’ve had a splendid June this year. To venture forth outside in the early Morning is pure joy. The Garden reveals fresh wonders no matter how often I go there. Even if the earth is parched, beads of dew sparkle on the glistening leaves like tiny jewels. Morning makes all things new.
I’m incredibly fortunate to be surrounded by this mini Eden and gratified to help bring it to life. I also give nature and our creator, God, quite a bit of the credit. The garden is a Magical place. God walks the garden at dusk and the fairies dance at dawn.
As I reluctantly bid early summer adieu and brace myself for hot July, I will seek the beauty, and keep watch for fairies.
“Plants give us oxygen for the lungs and for the soul.” ~Terri Guillemets
“In the garden I tend to drop my thoughts here and there. To the flowers I whisper the secrets I keep and the hopes I breathe. I know they are there to eavesdrop for the angels.” ~Dodinsky
“I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.” ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
And with that, I agree.
My wildflower border is a medley of colors.
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