The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth,– One is nearer God’s heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth.
I took a walk in the clouds this morning. We have had some blessed rain these past few days – and there’s a light misty rain remaining this morning – the veil of the fog is beginning to lift as the sun rises causing everything to glisten – newly washed.
A couple of weeks back I dreamed of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s secret garden – wishing and loving the notion of a well-loved garden spot filled with flora, fauna and the joy of human laughter.
there he is again – off to get all he can get from the daylilies |
And I dream that these garden-closes With their shade and their sun-flecked sod And their lilies and bowers of roses, Were laid by the hand of God.
The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth,–
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
For He broke it for us in a garden
Under the olive-trees
Where the angel of strength was the warden
And the soul of the world found ease.
this baby Mockingbird visits me every morning on my front porch |
Dora the Explorer is not a morning kitty….she just doesn’t understand me being more interested in the flowers, birds and bees than in her |
these Swamp Hibiscus are beautiful – but terribly invasive – |
the spring front door flowers will just have to stay for a while – a mommy Wren has her little nest with three little brown eggs deep within this door pocket. |
many over the years in verse and in song –
I am sharing this post with these Delightsome blog parties:
Tuesday Garden Party
Bloomin Tuesday
Fertilizer Friday
Outdoor Wednesday
Cottage Garden Thursday
Home and Garden Thursday
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