The Seasons Are But Few
You loaned me once a garden, and whispered quietly, See what you can create in it with tools and reverie.…
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You’ve Read My Heart
I could not see through darker days and clouds that hide the silver offered me; if not for You. You…
The Big Porch
When little ones surround us or come say hello and share their days, We can but offer rapt attention! Habits…
$18.00 Worth
Having taken the opportunity to visit one of America’s premier garden shows, I paid $18.00 a ticket; still ticket shocked,…
God’s Country
This was certainly a different place. Here I hadn’t level ground for a garden of my own. There were no…
When One Can Only Plant a Thought
How fast my gardener’s spade can reap a secret place to pine Days like these mean petals must oblige: the…
Meet Me at the Fence
I’ve nothing new to brood about; admittedly I think too much. It may simply be anxiety that builds a weight…
A Taste of Home
Because I drink too fast, the memories don’t last long enough To ease the pain and sorrow. So, I drink…
Though Frail I Serve Him Still
I can’t compare or always stay in step; yet! He sees my heart, removes the thorn! He blots dry my…