Garden Magic
This is the garden's magic,
That through the sunny hours
The gardener who tends it,
Himself outgrows his flowers.
He grows by gift of patience,
Since he who sows must know
That only in the Lord's good time
Does any seedling grow.
He learns from buds unfolding,
From each tight leaf unfurled,
That his own heart, expanding,
Is one with all the world.
He bares his head to sunshine,
His bending back a sign
Of grace, and ev'ry shower becomes
His sacramental wine.
And when at last his labors
Bring forth the very stuff
And substance of all beauty
This is reward enough.
-MARIE NETTLETON CARROLL
sooo pretty Milli..thanks for the visits..so glad to catch up with you too xxx
ReplyDeletewow, this is so neat, Carol............... I love the poem, sounds just like Russell, weeding, digging, planting...............and your winter flowers are awesome. Must go clicking now outside, to see what we have and make one as well.................winter is not all colourless at least not for us on the southern half of the globe.
ReplyDeleteHugs you, thanks for sharing.
ahhhh so very nice
ReplyDeleteAs I said already beautiful every one LOL;P
ReplyDeleteBeautiful flowers all !! And a great poem to go with them :-))
ReplyDeleteExquisite garden shots.Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Our winters are too harsh for flowers.
ReplyDeleteLove your flowers . Do they bloom all winter?
ReplyDeleteNeat Collage..
What is the bottom flower?
lovely lovely. i can't imagine flowers growing during winter time, but then, winters are different :-)
ReplyDeleteA stunning display and a stunning poem to go with them Milli.
ReplyDeleteI have some orchards in bud and am willing them to hurry up and bloom. Seven green ones in one pot. Then they will need splitting and re-potting.