Month: March 2017
Whoever Makes A Garden
To my wayward gardeners (one excused for her good work with the dogs)…
I understand your spring fever, but while you are away, the weeds grow wild and tall.
The garden and I carry on without you – because a garden doesn’t make itself.
The roses have been fed their poo tea and the narcissus tied back.
The paths have been freshly laid. The weeds have been are being pulled and the beds mulched.
And the new entry has been planted while the lilies and lilac begin to bloom.
But be warned – you leave me alone at your own peril –
lest the Dahlias find a new home…
and the new bed is planted too tight and too tall…
while that hideous shrub that you love is allowed to wither and die.
Don’t worry about me alone…I am in good company.
But be warned: it shall all be mine if you stay away too long.
Possession is, after all, nine-tenths of the law.
“Whoever makes a garden
Has never worked alone;
the rain has always found it,
The sun has always known;
The wind has blown across it
And helped to scatter seeds;
Whoever makes a garden
Has all the help he needs.”
~Author Unknown
Wordless Wednesday: Jakey
Life is Good…Today
Sweet Spring.
Spirited.
Poignant.
Boisterous.
Fleeting.
“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.”
Sweet Lindsey…
Humphrey…
and Gunner.
Spirited.
Boisterous.
Poignant.
and fleeting? We cannot say.
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
May they bloom like little miracles.
“Life is good…today.”
Wordless Wednesday: Humphrey
Mac-aroni’s Going Home Day
You don’t have to look at the garden to know that winter is giving way to spring. You can sense it.
You don’t have to envision the flowers and trees in bloom. You can smell them.
You don’t have to behold the sun to know that it is shining. You can experience its warmth.
You don’t have to observe the birds to know their delight in fresh worms and tiny buds. You can hear them.
And 10-year-old blind Mac-aroni does not need to see the love of his new mom on their going home day.
He can feel it.
Congratulations and happy life, sweet boy!
Wordless Wednesday: Arthur
Of Gardens and Rescue Dogs
What a garden needs is time,
patience,
love,
nurturing,
hope,
and room to grow.
What a rescue dog needs…
time,
patience,
nurturing,
hope,
and room to grow.
“One of the greatest virtues of gardening is this perpetual renewal of youth and spring, of promise of flower and fruit that can always be read in the open book of the garden, by those with an eye to see, and a mind to understand.” ~ E.A. Bowles
The greatest virtues of rescue dogs are the same.