" Almost any garden, if you see it at just
the right moment, can be confused with paradise. "
The morning is fresh and drenched in bird chatter, and the single hansa rose on my desk fills my study with that deep satisfying rose scent. Sure wish I could share it with you. I went to sleep last night when the deep northwest sky along the horizon boasted wide ribbons of apricot and peach. I wake up and it is still there. Has it been all night while I slumbered? I do love how these long summer days wrap themselves around the night sky. Visiting the North in summer is on my bucket list. Not this summer but one day.
We take our moments in the sun when we can these days. Thankfully there are a few of them. I deadheaded pansies, geraniums, dahlias and roses when everything was still dripping from the last downpour. The promise of sunshine for today has been revoked, and we are in for more showers. I might hum that old English nursery rhyme....
Rain rain go away
Come again another day
|Peace Rose Perfection|
" What's in a name? That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet. "
|Darling Buds of Mock Orange|
" Everything that slows us down and forces patience,
everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature,
is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. "
|Ivory Silk Lilac in Bridal Bloom|
"Every garden-maker should be an artist along (her) own lines.
That is the only possible way to create a garden."
|Mock Orange Against Summer Sky|
"Gardening is the art that uses flowers and plants as paint,
and the soil and sky as canvas.
" Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone.
It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing,
to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy
with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music
of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some
unexplained way, we share it with others.
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Wishing you a beautiful day.
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