Under the Pine Tree
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.
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.
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!
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
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