It’s The Little Things…

The  weather is warming and the garden beckons. Dream this day…with me.  Come, settle in for a moment  of simplicity and comfort…you may not want to leave.

When every corner of the farm speaks of  ideas, possibility, and hope; I know I am home!

All the flowers of tomorrow are the seeds of yesterday.

There is something about the garden just as the sun begins to fade from the spring sky.

As we renovated both the farmhouse, pastures, barns, and the garden, this flag was a constant.

” A soft day, isn’t it?”    Sunlight softly falling.

Walk with me slowly down the lane; lined with bleeding hearts, hosta and fern

 When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
– William Butler Yeats

Bring me Sunshine, Bring me Peace..lead me to the Garden.

Relax and enjoy.

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