My Garden is my Sanctuary
As I look out to my garden
I feel a sense of pride
It really is a lovely room
Except it is outside
Where lovely things mix and match
And greenery fills the walls
The sound of trickling water
Coming from the gold fish pond
I love the sight of stones and rocks
And driftwood and tree ferns too
The sounds of all my chimes
I know you would like it too
With pride I walk around my garden
And savour each scent and smell
Colours of yellow, red and gold
Striped cushion on a bench
The bird bath has its own domain
It’s placed beside a wooden arch
Where all the birds come to bathe
And drink when they are parched
Ladybirds can hide away
Sometimes they come out to see
What’s happening around them
With caterpillars and the bees
There’s not much more that I can say
Except if you have your own
It won’t take long to build it up
Seeds will bloom once they are sown.
by Marie Church
I’m starting my weekend early by tending my garden. Even though things are still asleep, it’s time they wake up. While MM’s bulbs are already green and ready to bloom, the bulbs of Winterpast have other ideas. Today is the day for lots of work in the garden.
Whatever you plan this weekend, make it grand. Here on the high desert plains of Northwestern Nevada, the town is talking about the Gala Spring Fling to be held this Saturday at The Old Barn. A good time it will be. Find something wonderful to doin your own town this weekend, and then do it. Make it wonderful.
I’ll be back Monday with lots to share.