Spring Has Come Again To Our Gardens
As the snows melt…as the air grows warmer, what is it that has struck your notice? Soon will come the season of planting. Which Seeds shall you select? Which ideas have you protected and nourished…
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As the snows melt…as the air grows warmer, what is it that has struck your notice? Soon will come the season of planting. Which Seeds shall you select? Which ideas have you protected and nourished…
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Dreamtime in the dark Dreamtime in the cold Dreamtime with the new, dreamtime with the old. As your Garden slumbers, and the days slowly grow longer, what Dreams do the seeds you intend to plant…
On this, the commencement of the Day Of The Dead, we wish you and your entire lineage peace…we wish you and your entire lineage LIGHT…we wish you and your entire lineage LOVE. May you meet…
From Green to Gold to Young and Old, we sit and watch time pass. With summer sun and bygone fun we whisper through the grass. We shrink and grow and ebb and flow our season…
And what happens when it is the Time To End? Which tools will you use to rip the beds of your Garden to shreds? What edges of which blades will you use to slice through…
As the cycles change and the Summer’s warm embrace gives way to Autumn’s Awakening, what Stories does your Garden beckon you to tell? As the hem of Daylight’s bright skirts diminish and recede, what Tales…
Stifled humid nights… where the promise of a breeze or a distant thunderstorm to cool the parched earth brings pleasant dreams. Bright summer days… where the sunlight’s path wanes ever so slowly…giving one last sweltering…
Summer nights… the fireflies beckon. The moon croons her evensong, and our Gardens gently slumber. What Dreams will they birth? What glorious new horizons shall they celebrate as they herald the coming dawn? …
As we race towards the light, as we stretch towards the sun, what whimsical words does your Garden inspire you to write? As the lands grow warmer, and summer begins to draw nigh, how do…