|Our back garden in February. More often than|
not, we'd wake up to some snow. Sometimes
just a skiff, other times a blanket.
Blue and green are my favourite colours
and it's easy to see why.
A green tree against a blue sky . . .
Geraniums also hate having their
me of all the happy hours spent with
him in his little Michigan garden.
I suppose he was my first garden
instructor, even though most of what
I learned was through watching him.
I was a quiet child and he was a quiet,
reflective man, so he pottered & I
played in the best kind of quiet...
the silence of a garden.
Lavender ~ The original flower of Love,
meaning devotion & mystery.
Geranium ~ For gentility & esteem.
Lobelia ~ For distinction.
new shapes from old.
Nature, the great inventor,
In all creation, be assured,
there is no death – no death,
but only change and innovation;
what we men call birth is
but a different new beginning;
death is but to cease to be the same.
Perhaps this may have moved to that,
and that to this, yet still the
sum of things remains the same.
~ Ovid, Metamorphosis
|We also dedicated this garden bench to their dad.|
It's on our way home from our University Parks
walk, so a perfect way to stop and say hello.
(That's Stuart & I on the left.)
to have loved,
To have been happy,
to have laid my hand on
The living Garden,
even for one day.
~ Jorge Luis Borges,
Adam Cast Forth
the corner of my soul's garden, which
I love to have watered once a week.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes