Tuesday, September 4, 2012


Under the Pine Tree  
            
 

Early morning in

 the garden

 is clear

and calm.
  


 
 
Blue morning glories spill over each other in a rush of bloom before the first frost, as Ladies in Red salvia rise up, relishing the promise of clear skies and late summer sun.
 
 I sit on my garden bench and soak up the morning.
 
 
The circle of pottery people gathered near my cofffe cup, reminds me of those I hold dear, their joys and troubles.  Bumble bees, butterflies and house sparrows keep me company as the day awakens. 


Red impatiens and begonia remind me of a friend, a lover of the color red.  I hold her in my thoughts, and in my heart.   I think of another friend, bald and beautiful, resilient, surrounded by friends and family. I hold her in my thoughts and heart too.


 
I love

the

colors

of the

 garden

in September!


 Gazing makes me feel vivid, abundant, like the overflowing planter of our pump trough.

 


 Here, yellow meets lime which borders purple, exhausted foliage gives way to renewed, and dying kisses living.






One does feel close to God in garden!


     



                        
In a
garden....
                  

scuptures...


 






.....express the joy of goodness, truth, and beauty.....






chickens don't scratch up dirt...

 
....and cups contain kindness! 
 
   
In a garden, herbs feed your soul as well as your body. 
 
 
 

Bells ring silently, on slender stems.

foxglove
 
 
Gardens make feet happy,

 
 
and bring hints of other lands.  
Irish moss



          Come sit with me under the pine tree! 

 
 






 
 
 
Happy September! 
 
 
Joyfully,
Sharon