While I was away....
the garden has carried on
unbridled, free, wild
sigh...
A lesson for a poet and writer
be free, unbridled...wild
oh the garden ..she teaches

I walked the garden this morning....chilly air..fresh into the lungs
The ground... wet from our almost tornado like winds and rain
Why ,the rain sheeted over our windows and the wind knocked patio chairs everywhere

But there are leaves that clung to their branches ...not ready to let go
sigh....I know this feeling too....not wanting to let go....face the change that is coming
But there is a time and season for everything
....hmmm...sounds like a '60's song

I will pay for letting this woodbine wander
but ah she's pretty now crawling over the mugo

I think fall is the best time for the oak leaf hydrangea
it is so pretty that you want to just stare at it
but...I like their flowers too

 oh..goodbye

oh I love you for your stamina

...now, you flower

 a  private moment...like all of life's moments
the best moments
... this morning when I just looked around
and marveled at the color of the leaves all around me
and the bare branches
There is no turning back
time really does march on
Octobers on

every season in the garden is filled with such private moments
of me and my spirit
and the great spirit
the garden makes it happen
this communion

 

oh, scarlet

 

 

Ahhh.....finally the marigold seeds reached their goal
blooms....better late than never
The flower just as beautiful
almost...more....she stands alone in her glory
I might take her in
Oh this chills me....makes me think how I took myself in
let her bloom late into winter
she's a beauty indeed

"I realize there is a Divine Presence at the center of my being,
I let this recognition flow down into the depths of my being.
Every thought and condition
contrary to the Divine Perfection is eliminated.
I rejoice in the realization."

....Ernest Holmes


flames of red and gold
a burning inside of me
blaze into winter