Sunday, 27 July 2014

The Garden In Seasons.

In just over a week, I shall be moving to a new home.  A fresh start with new adventures and opportunities.  The garden I leave behind, created out of squalor, truly a legacy of what can be accomplished when your heart tells you so.
An autumn view.  Gazing out the living room window, I marvel at the trees, at the leaves, emblazoned in colourful splendour. 
Autumn and the remnants of summer, blend together in the harmony of change
Penny, beloved Jack Russell dog, watches over proceedings.  Leaves fly about the garden in resplendent whirlpools that whoosh from spot to spot.
The winter.  Layers of snow draped upon the trees.  Noises are muffled as the snow gently drifts and crunches underfoot.
Mr. Snowman smiles.  
The wee folks rejoice as glowing orbs of snow gently float around them.

Penny the snowplough.
Snow and ice-encrusted wind chimes.  Nature's music in the midst of winter.
Spring arrives.  Even the wee folks want to help hang up the laundry. 

The dawn of misty spring morn.
The wee folks getting ready to rake up the excess autumn leaves and mow the spring lawn
A sunny July morning.

A curious fox strolls across the garden.
A late summer's eve as the magical lights doth glow.
Night has descended.
Summer lights on the patio.

In amongst the night time flowers, behold Fidelina, the beautiful fairy princess, her husband, Geoffrey the garden gnome and their adorable son, Einahalk. 
With the radiance of a magical lamp, the wee folks gather round to sings songs of peace, of love.

A summer's afternoon.  Penny protects the wee folks.
All is good in Penny's world.

The summer moon.  Like a droplet of light from the leaves.
Looking towards the west.  I stare out into the heavens.  A sense of serenity.

There be wonder in the enchanted garden.  A garden, an oasis, a sanctuary for my thoughts.  Now I shall leave the garden behind.  Memories treasured of what I've done.  Inspiration for the now.  Inspiration for the new adventure in my new home.

I hope to see you there....

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Good Morning, Rainbow.

It was just gone five on the Friday morn
A sprinkling of rain welcomed the dawn
The rising sun reflected the rain
The emotions I felt, hard to contain
Solar rays kissed the skies
Filled such colour in my eyes
A rainbow or two
A magical view.
Then came the dream
The rainbow stream
Of flowing thoughts
Of hopeful reports
A symbol of change
Time to arrange
That brand new start
That sings in my heart.