After work, I'll zip over to Mother Nature and meander through the greenhouse aisles touching, smelling, loving the flowers. I already planted my herb garden in February and my tomatoes are crawling up the bamboo poles (and enjoying the rain). Each week I pluck a new tulip or wallflower from the garden to showcase at the Visitors Centre.
Last week I'd picked a vase full of flowers for Debbie. As I placed them on the table, Debbie had to laugh. "Elise, sometimes it's like the flowers actually speak to you." I think they do, they really do as they hold their petaled faces to the sky.
in time of daffodils(who knowthe goal of living is to grow)
~e.e.cummings~
Clovers grow between the rocks at Mermaid Cove.
Apple blossoms are sooooo beautiful.
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