For the love of gardens

Those photos are adorable Peggy! Wouldn't that be such fun to have those in your garden?

"I don't know whether nice people tend to grow roses
or growing roses makes people nice."

~ Roland A Beowne ~

The gardens that make us happiest flourish because we have taken the time to make sure
they feed our souls and fill a special place in our lives. Sometimes you have to think about
what you really want from your garden ...
once the beds are laid out and the rose bushes planted.

~ Lindley Karstens ~

And the spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

~Percy Bysshe Shelley~


Hugs,
Carrie

Healing garden



Your healing garden takes stock
of what you need.
We chose large pink blossoms
for fragrance;
and for sweetness, we have red strawberries.
Ageratum, those low growing blues
to remind us of sadness,
which comes to us, sometimes,
so we'll put them
near the snapdragons,
rocketing to the sky in brilliant crimson
like your dreams,
powered by the sun
in those yellow pansies,
that can grow even in shade for a time
if they must.
And that single, glorious, tall pink poppy
for the center.
We bought young plants to start small,
and surprise us with unknown, radiant colors
that will bloom from the warmth
of your inner sun.
Remember-it's never too soon
or too late
for planting.

Hugs,
Carrie

Let us give thanks...

For generous friends...with hearts as big as Dalia and smiles as bright as their blossoms;

For feisty friends as tart as apples;

For continuous friends, who, like scallions and cucumbers, keep reminding us we had them;

For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb and as indestructible;

For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants and as elegant as a row of corn -- and the others -- as plain as potatoes, and so good for
you.

For funny friends, who are as silly as brussels sprouts and as amusing as Jerusalem artichokes, and serious friends as complex as cauliflowers and as intricate as onions;

For friends as unpretentious as cabbages, as subtle as summer squash, as persistent as parsley, as delightful as dill, as endless as zucchini, and who -- like parsnips -- can be counted on to see you through the long winter;

For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening-time, and young friends coming on as fast as radishes;

For loving friends, who wind around as like tendrils, and hold us despite our blights, wilts, and witherings;

And finally, for those friends now gone, like gardens past, that have been harvested - but who fed us in their times that we might have life thereafter;

For all these we give thanks.

Amen.


Hugs,
Carrie

Beautiful Patti ~



hugs,
Carrie

patti,
i love your poems. they are always beautiful

The leaves fall patiently
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves.
- Sara Teasdale





Carrie

Twinkling and sparkling,
Actors of light play their games.
Among the winter gardens,
Ice roses sit and defy their names.
Crystalline fairies rest on icy blooms,
Birds of snow tend to their gracious plumes.

In the garden, dancing, playing,
Light flows with joy in simple ways.
An icy swan maiden sits and passes the days,
Watching the life of icy blooms, sparkling in splendor.
New and old, songs are played with the crystal chimes,
Fairies and light dancing playfully at all times.

Twinkling and sparkling,
Foxglove, lilies, gladioli, and rose,
The garden’s beauty flower true.
Dancing, playing, memories past never slows,
In the great garden, great wonderland of winter blue.
A gift of love and tears, it’s all a memory of joy and pain.

Hugs,
Carrie

Connection with gardens, even small ones, even potted plants,
can become windows to the inner life. The simple act of
stopping and looking at the beauty around us can be prayer.
- Patricia R. Barrett, The Sacred Garden, 2001