Come. Rest.

Gardening is always a work in progress so I spend all dry days renovating and planting. My garden rooms are still young and have yet to mature into a magical soul-soothing-come-to-rest-a-spell oasis that I am attempting to create. But slowly, with each passing moment, I get a little closer with the help, of course, of a few friends……

Birds of a small number of different varieties come to visit every day, perch on the bird feeders and splash in the bird bath - then flitter away into the trees when the variety of a human nature or a canine nature comes along.

The mountain at my front door fills the atmosphere with it’s scents of wavering salt-air, and lush green pines that tower into the sky, commingling their bouquet with the flora in my yard. If you listen carefully, you will hear the brooks’ babbling as they rush over rock and pebble, and through the marshes of moss and fern that flourish under shaded canopies of trees.

And ....

giddy with laughter, at the twilight of every evening, are the fairies and sprites that have taken a liking to my tender flowers, and rush from the safety of the woods to sprinkle their fairy-dust all around.

Magic and fantasy co-exist here because I believe they do.

If you wander off your path and find yourself near, do not be troubled, find your welcome at the base of the green misty mountain, rest, close your eyes and open your imagination to the possibilities.

 My gate is always open.