Sunday beauty

The Gardener's Morning
The robin's song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me. Get up and get out in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.

I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener's blood.

The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.

- Howard Dolf











I took a turn in the garden this morning, just watching everything growing, passing, regrowing. The roses have outgrown me and I pick the fullest blossoms to bring inside...




I wish you a delightful Sunday!

XX
Victoria