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I think the true gardner is a lover of his flowers, not a critic of them.
I think the true gardner is the reverent servant of Nature, not her truculent, wife-beating master.
I think the true gardner, the older he grows, should more and more develop a humble, grateful and uncertain spirit.
(Reginald Farrer - Ini a Yorkshire Garden, 1909)
Today it was the first day I spent all afternoon in my little garden.
I'm so grateful. For every day, for everything.
Nature - everything in nature seems lyrical, don't you think so?
Nature speaks, Nature's peace will flow into us. We just have to let it happen.
I took some soil into my hands, it felt great.
Some people would say, it's cold, wet and dirty
I say - it doesn't feel warm yet, it will dry soon, it feels like flowers will come to bloom very soon.
It could be the same soil like in The Shire! The same color, the same smell.
Mother Nature is awakening, most of the time we are not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to this little wonder.
Now it's Froday night, millions of tiny blinking eyes above me ...
They are silently calling us, so let's go for a little stargazing - you can be sure I'll take you with me.
Where you'll find me - you know it already. Yes, upon my roof, beneath the stars, close to you.
What a Froday!
Hopefully you'll have the most magical day !
Hope to see you soon!
*opens window to climb upon the roof top*
*stargazing*
I think the true gardner is the reverent servant of Nature, not her truculent, wife-beating master.
I think the true gardner, the older he grows, should more and more develop a humble, grateful and uncertain spirit.
(Reginald Farrer - Ini a Yorkshire Garden, 1909)
Today it was the first day I spent all afternoon in my little garden.
I'm so grateful. For every day, for everything.
Nature - everything in nature seems lyrical, don't you think so?
Nature speaks, Nature's peace will flow into us. We just have to let it happen.
I took some soil into my hands, it felt great.
Some people would say, it's cold, wet and dirty
I say - it doesn't feel warm yet, it will dry soon, it feels like flowers will come to bloom very soon.
It could be the same soil like in The Shire! The same color, the same smell.
Mother Nature is awakening, most of the time we are not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to this little wonder.
Now it's Froday night, millions of tiny blinking eyes above me ...
They are silently calling us, so let's go for a little stargazing - you can be sure I'll take you with me.
Where you'll find me - you know it already. Yes, upon my roof, beneath the stars, close to you.
What a Froday!
Hopefully you'll have the most magical day !
Hope to see you soon!
*opens window to climb upon the roof top*
*stargazing*
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Date: 2007-02-17 04:00 pm (UTC)From:How I used to make, when as a child so young,
a daisy chain, by hands that were so neat,
And around my neck, it was so very carefully hung,
those blooms with sunny centres, so petite.
The pleasure was to me so charming and so fine,
and wandering through them was a joyful treat,
A sea of white, so startling, so refreshing, so divine,
like a feast of new laid snowflakes, 'neath my feet.
They may have been known only as just a simple flower,
and yet they shone with luminous resolve,
They carried neither, height, nor strength nor a mighty power,
and yet over thousands of years, they did evolve.
Such a carpet of pretty heads, that in them, I carefully knelt,
their faces beaming up, caused me to gaze,
Upon their display of perfection, such emotion then I felt,
that I'll love every Bellis Perennis, all my days.
(Ernestine Northover )
Have a wonderful weekend, Jack! :-)
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Date: 2007-02-18 11:04 am (UTC)From: