In the quiet of the morning, as the cooler garden winds whirled about me, the silence and calm were welcomed. The calmer spirit of the day is what I’ve been missing.
The steady sound of the waterfall….a great way to wash my daily worries away.
The intrinsic embrace of immediate warmth as I entered the secret garden and pond area….where truly a part of my soul resides.
Secret nooks to nestle in in the quest for calm that nature provides.
The Hidden dining area to write my notes down…
Always someone to keep company with.
Someone who listens…
Even someone to play with…
The quiet time, and getting in touch with myself, gave me the energy to drive over three hours to pick up a..
pair of French doors for the linen closet upstairs.
Tomorrow morning I’ll be spending much more time in the quiet of the gardens.
PS…I didn’t have time to proofread this it’s after midnight and it is what it is!