Never Give Up Your Dreams
|Metal art in my garden made by my husband Dick, never give up on a dream|
no matter how hard life might get. Today only lasts for a little while.
The book I picked up was my new Lauraine Snelling titled: "The Promise of Dawn". It is about the logging days in the early historical times in Minnesota. Excellent reading! I have most of her 80 or more books she has written and I am never disappointed. The only trouble is that I cannot stop because it is so good! Read this last one in two days.
The picture above is dark clouds rolling in warning me that I had better hop on my gulf cart and fly up to the house. I was weeding here in the Birdhouse garden trying to get a nice edge on the path that winds through it. Dick keeps the path cut with the lawnmower and I am in charge of my gardens.
The photo is dark, it was getting late afternoon when I snapped this picture.
My days are filled with the silence of the birds song. There young ones have flown from the many birdhouses to their new life of almost a grown up. I can still hear them in the morning but it seems during the day they are busy looking for their meals of bugs and seeds. Our bird feeders are seldom used during this time because of the plentiful harvest surrounding them.
|Chickens are more quiet too. They often rest in the compost pile where|
they dust themselves by rolling around in the new soil they helped
make. Breaking up the lumps into fine dust.
My kitty Christal hops up on this bench she shares with the angle statue and doses off too. She follows me to where I am working in the gardens and meows until I stop to rub her and do a little kitty talking to her. She hunts for mice most days of the summer and even winter but when August comes along she chooses to find me instead and take a nap.
|Lilies are almost all done blooming. They smell so good.|
|White Lillie's with a splash of rosy pink blend nicely with the purple Phlox.|
|Zinnias grace my August days.|
|Zinnias come in all different colors and size.|
|Balloon flowers blend in to my late summer day.|
|Phlox come in all kinds of colors too. Here is is|
white with little pink eyes
What ever you do in your gardens
Remember God created the Earth
He shall be
with us always.