The Gardeners Morning
The robins song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me,
Get up and get in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.
I cannot resist the summons,
For what earnest gardner could?
For the golden hours of morning,
Get into the gardners blood.
The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For lifes at it's best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.
Oh how I'd LOVE to have gardens like these!
Can you smell these roses?
A perfect place to sit and enjoy the view
Imagine having tea in this garden in the morning.
Love this fence
I miss my flower gardens. I dream of my gardens. One day I'll have flower gardens here on the farm but I'm afraid it will be some time before we are ready to devote time and money towards them.
So in the meantime I dream.
Sometimes these are dreams of grandeur;
Imagine walking down this path
The perfect combination
I love blue in the garden
I love stone walls and vines
Oh how wonderful this garden path would smell!
I hope you get to enjoy your garden in the morning this weekend.