However many years she lived, Mary always felt that she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow. Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden We pay a visit to the community garden late in the afternoon. There are signs of activity. Spinach and garlic grow in a few plots in the
That is one good thing about this world...there are always sure to be more springs. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea It’s here. Beautiful, beautiful, full-of-promise spring. Time for garden planning, seed sowing, dirt digging, and down-on-the-ground picture-taking. The season of window opening, sunshine warming, and fresh air blowing has finally arrived. It’s spring. The fever
Every spring is the only spring — a perpetual astonishment. Ellis Peters Yesterday after church we had to do something we would ordinarily tend to during the week. One of the gifts of retirement is the ability to transact business during slow times. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work out that way. We waited in line
Spring translates earth's happiness into colorful flowers. Terri Guillemets I wake late because of a restless night. A gift: time to read and time to pray. But waking late is not my favourite thing. There’s always a price. So just a short simple happy list this morning. More green in the flower garden every day. A
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. Martin Luther A bit o’ the green to mark this St. Patrick’s Day. No shamrocks around here so a hosta leaf shot last summer will have to suffice.
This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn — dawn is a gift. Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings Dawn is, indeed, a gift and it’s coming later since we turned our clocks back last weekend. The time change is also
There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind. C.S. Lewis I’ve been thinking about my mothers: my adoptive mom who died suddenly at age fifty-five from a pulmonary embolism, and my birth mom who died suddenly at age fifty-nine from a pulmonary embolism. It messes with me every time I remember