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As you meander here today,
And walk upon this way,
May troubles flee from off thy breast,
Come, hold my hand... and rest;
And may the sweetness of this time,
sweep furrows from thy brow
As here you sit and visit in
my little garden now...
And may the light of heaven's glow
Reflect within thy heart,
As together you and I here step
my pretty garden path.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Nov 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
As you meander here today,
And walk upon this way,
May troubles flee from off thy breast,
Come, hold my hand... and rest;
And may the sweetness of this time,
sweep furrows from thy brow
As here you sit and visit in
my little garden now...
And may the light of heaven's glow
Reflect within thy heart,
As together you and I here step
my pretty garden path.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Nov 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Softest pink rose bud ever © Derry
The white azalea © Derry
Lantana © Derry
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August-Sept -Azalea out front, we have but sand, but I have found what grows ok © Derry
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Welcome to my garden, come and sit with me,
We'll wile away the hour with talk and spearmint tea.
Come back again another day--early, noon or late;
You know you're always welcome, at my garden gate.
-- Nancy Brister
We'll wile away the hour with talk and spearmint tea.
Come back again another day--early, noon or late;
You know you're always welcome, at my garden gate.
-- Nancy Brister
Don't know the name, so delicate © Derry
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Morning glory © Derry
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He Knows No Winter
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,
For, stormy days, when he is free from toil,
He plans his summer crops, selects his seeds
From bright-paged catalogues for garden needs.
When looking out upon frost-silvered fields,
He visualizes autumn's golden yields;
He sees in snow and sleet and icy rain
Precious moisture for his early grain;
He hears spring-heralds in the storm's ' turmoil
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil.
-SUDIE STUART HAGER
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,
For, stormy days, when he is free from toil,
He plans his summer crops, selects his seeds
From bright-paged catalogues for garden needs.
When looking out upon frost-silvered fields,
He visualizes autumn's golden yields;
He sees in snow and sleet and icy rain
Precious moisture for his early grain;
He hears spring-heralds in the storm's ' turmoil
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil.
-SUDIE STUART HAGER
Fragrant peace rose, I potted it and replaced it with a purple rose. All the nasturtiums are pulled up too. The rocks came from my childhood farm, dad brought down a huge truck load after we were married © Derry
Thorns, God made to protect His roses, from all
that comes to damage fragrant blooms.
Dew-Drops
Our garden in the morning is a display of precious gems;
One can see the Roses holding
Shining crystals, jewels hidden
By the fleeing night
Between
Red folds of velvet.
-MILDRED L. ELLIOTT
♪ Sound of silence-utube♪
The shasta daisy © Derry
My brother made this © Derry
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On garden path, in sheltering hedge,
In treetops dark and cloudless sky,
The evening birds awake to life,
To stir, to sing and upward fly.
And flowers, warm with summer heat,
Expand to greet the softened light,
And shed, to show their gratitude,
A fragrance in the summer night.
-- Edwin Proctor
In treetops dark and cloudless sky,
The evening birds awake to life,
To stir, to sing and upward fly.
And flowers, warm with summer heat,
Expand to greet the softened light,
And shed, to show their gratitude,
A fragrance in the summer night.
-- Edwin Proctor
A purple passion © Derry
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Geraldton wax © Derry
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When a gauzy, purple butterfly softly tilts a golden flower,
Its cool wings ease the summer sun, as laughter soothes a troubled hour.
-- Courtney Cottam
Its cool wings ease the summer sun, as laughter soothes a troubled hour.
-- Courtney Cottam
Potted colour-primula © Derry
Penstemon Blackbird © Derry
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The solid fundamental things of earth that never change,
no matter what the age,
Buck brush and willows by a shiny pond,
a summer morning and the smell of sage,
A sturdy cottage on a village street, a church door open to the passer-by,
A mother leading home a tired child,
a blue star glowing in a twilight sky.
-- Edna Jaques
♪ Secret Garden playlist-utube.♪
no matter what the age,
Buck brush and willows by a shiny pond,
a summer morning and the smell of sage,
A sturdy cottage on a village street, a church door open to the passer-by,
A mother leading home a tired child,
a blue star glowing in a twilight sky.
-- Edna Jaques
♪ Secret Garden playlist-utube.♪
Beautiful pelargonium © Derry
I love poochies © Derry
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Fragrant flowers breathe a blessing
On a spirit crushed and sore,
That heals and soothes and comforts,
And renews its hope once more.
-- Myrtie Seaverns
On a spirit crushed and sore,
That heals and soothes and comforts,
And renews its hope once more.
-- Myrtie Seaverns
Magpie came to see if I had uncovered any worms. I planted out more flowers here so it changed again © Derry
Prayer in a Garden
Today the world seemed cruel, but evening hours
Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers.
I saw again familiar filigree
Of moonlight through my lacy Lilac tree;
I heard the robins stirring in their nest;
And saw the path that angel feet had pressed;
Reflected stars were in my garden pool;
On my warm face the breeze was kind and cool.
The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,
Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud
Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see
The beauty that today was lost to me.
Dear God, who is so near to flowers, and birds,
Be nearer still, as I shall search for words
To thank Thee for the blessings night revealed,
Which through the day discouragement concealed.
-EvA SPARKs TAYLOR
Today the world seemed cruel, but evening hours
Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers.
I saw again familiar filigree
Of moonlight through my lacy Lilac tree;
I heard the robins stirring in their nest;
And saw the path that angel feet had pressed;
Reflected stars were in my garden pool;
On my warm face the breeze was kind and cool.
The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,
Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud
Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see
The beauty that today was lost to me.
Dear God, who is so near to flowers, and birds,
Be nearer still, as I shall search for words
To thank Thee for the blessings night revealed,
Which through the day discouragement concealed.
-EvA SPARKs TAYLOR
Barrell of Bacopa - very pretty white, pink, purple flowers © Derry
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Behind left Adolicus greenery is the beehive in a birdhouse! © Derry
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WHEN RING THE BELLS
Lightly fall the Rains
On Heads bowed down in Grace,
And now the Summer Sun
Dries each upturned Face.
The Distant Bells are sparkling
And sweeten Lilac air;
Bright Rainbows flowing with the Wind-
The Congregation stares.
Daisies, Bluebells, joined in Prayer
One Summer's windswept Day,
Knowing God and all his Blessings,
While with the Wind they Sway.
-Dave Vahlberg 6-26-2002
Lightly fall the Rains
On Heads bowed down in Grace,
And now the Summer Sun
Dries each upturned Face.
The Distant Bells are sparkling
And sweeten Lilac air;
Bright Rainbows flowing with the Wind-
The Congregation stares.
Daisies, Bluebells, joined in Prayer
One Summer's windswept Day,
Knowing God and all his Blessings,
While with the Wind they Sway.
-Dave Vahlberg 6-26-2002
The mulberry tree is loaded, it grows by the compost © Derry
Garden Magic
This is the garden's magic, that through the sunny hours
The gardener who tends it, himself outgrows his flowers.
He grows by gift of patience, since he who sows must know
That only in the Lord's good time
Does any seedling grow.
He learns from buds unfolding, from each tight leaf unfurled,
That his own heart, expanding, is one with all the world.
He bares his head to sunshine, his bending back a sign
Of grace, and ev'ry shower becomes
His sacramental wine.
And when at last his labors bring forth the very stuff
And substance of all beauty
This is reward enough.
-MARIE NETTLETON CARROLL
This is the garden's magic, that through the sunny hours
The gardener who tends it, himself outgrows his flowers.
He grows by gift of patience, since he who sows must know
That only in the Lord's good time
Does any seedling grow.
He learns from buds unfolding, from each tight leaf unfurled,
That his own heart, expanding, is one with all the world.
He bares his head to sunshine, his bending back a sign
Of grace, and ev'ry shower becomes
His sacramental wine.
And when at last his labors bring forth the very stuff
And substance of all beauty
This is reward enough.
-MARIE NETTLETON CARROLL
Ceramic bunnykin © Derry
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Laughter
When a gauzy, purple butterfly,
Softly tilts a golden flower,
It's cool wings ease the summer flame
As laughter sooths a troubled hour.
-COURTNEY E. Cottam
When a gauzy, purple butterfly,
Softly tilts a golden flower,
It's cool wings ease the summer flame
As laughter sooths a troubled hour.
-COURTNEY E. Cottam
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My Choice
In all my garden's length and breadth, I like these common things
A sturdy, low-branched apple tree, where, daily, a finch sings;
The clematis that trims: the fence with garlands of white lace;
The maidenhair and Ostrich ferns that fill each shady; space;
The fragrance of quaint mignonette when touched with evening dew
And best of all I like grass pinks
Like those my mother grew.
-VELMA D. BATES
In all my garden's length and breadth, I like these common things
A sturdy, low-branched apple tree, where, daily, a finch sings;
The clematis that trims: the fence with garlands of white lace;
The maidenhair and Ostrich ferns that fill each shady; space;
The fragrance of quaint mignonette when touched with evening dew
And best of all I like grass pinks
Like those my mother grew.
-VELMA D. BATES
Eucalyptus tree out front © Derry
Trees
Trees are joy inspiring in those first sweet days of May
Stretching forth their lacy tendrils to entice the lark to stay.
Trees are gracious, charming when glossed with summer sheen
They catch the vagrant breezes and spread their shady green. .
And somehow in the Autumn when the magic touch of time
Has clad these trees in russet-gold, we sense a hand divine.
Yet Trees in winter fascinate when their gaunt, nude forms arise
And trace in grotesque patterns,
Silhouettes against the skies.
-C. H. BOLTON
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Advice from a tree,
stand tall, go out on a limb, remember your roots,
drink plenty of water
be happy with natural beauty,
enjoy the view
Trees are joy inspiring in those first sweet days of May
Stretching forth their lacy tendrils to entice the lark to stay.
Trees are gracious, charming when glossed with summer sheen
They catch the vagrant breezes and spread their shady green. .
And somehow in the Autumn when the magic touch of time
Has clad these trees in russet-gold, we sense a hand divine.
Yet Trees in winter fascinate when their gaunt, nude forms arise
And trace in grotesque patterns,
Silhouettes against the skies.
-C. H. BOLTON
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Advice from a tree,
stand tall, go out on a limb, remember your roots,
drink plenty of water
be happy with natural beauty,
enjoy the view
another purple addition © Derry
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Locquats, sweet n juicy © Derry
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Angels in My Garden
Among my gift begonias is one called "Angelwing",
So true to form I fancy, I hear the seraphs sing.
For surely higher beings inspired the, friendly hearts
Of my new next-door neighbours to give me these "new starts".
O Angels, hover always about this garden spot!
Help- me to share life's blossoms with those who have them not!
And from your shining wing-tips, shake fragrance for the hearts
Of beauty-hungry thousands
Today, who need new starts!
-IRENE STANLEY
Among my gift begonias is one called "Angelwing",
So true to form I fancy, I hear the seraphs sing.
For surely higher beings inspired the, friendly hearts
Of my new next-door neighbours to give me these "new starts".
O Angels, hover always about this garden spot!
Help- me to share life's blossoms with those who have them not!
And from your shining wing-tips, shake fragrance for the hearts
Of beauty-hungry thousands
Today, who need new starts!
-IRENE STANLEY
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The little duck and little girl bid you adieu © Derry
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The golden sun has gone, the busy day is done.
Twilight has come and, with it, peace draws near
To visit for an hour within my garden walls,
While, in the sky, the first bright stars appear.
-- Marie Nettleton Carroll
Twilight has come and, with it, peace draws near
To visit for an hour within my garden walls,
While, in the sky, the first bright stars appear.
-- Marie Nettleton Carroll
Climbing rose © Derry
