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My Garden
Flower's make a garden
Friendship's Garden
That is beautiful and gay.
They will brighten every hour
And bring pleasure every day.
Friends can make a garden, too,
Of blooms that never fade,
For we find more happiness each year
In the friendships we have made.
Barbara Frost
I heard his cheerful greeting
Just at the break of dawn,
And there was our first robin
Having breakfast on the lawn.
And for this special meeting,
He wore his springtime best-
A soft brown morning jacket
And a cherry-colored vest.
And then to show his confidence
In this fine locality,
He took options on a homesite
In a nearby flowering tree.
Reginald Holmes
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A garden can be many lovely things.
It can enhance the house it surrounds.
It can enhance the lives of the people who live in the house.
It can visually stimulate the community.
It can add a new dimension of beauty to the total landscape.
But I believe that it can also be a place where
the magic and mystrey of growth refresh
and replenish the spirit, and that refreshing
and replenishing can make of the gardener a person
who sees the world-and comes to know it well-as an
exciting place where, by his own hand, miracles can and do happen.
Lois Wilson
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Constancy
The trees of spring are lovely lace,
Their tight green buds uncurled;
While summer trees give cool green shade
For hot and dusty world.
In autumn with her leaves ablaze,
The maple is supreme;
When winter comes we love the best
The constant evergreen.
Winnifred A. Horne
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(c) Lena Liu
Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your day by golden hours,
Don't remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars, not shadows,
Count your life by smiles, not tears,
And, with joy on every birthday,
Count your age by friends-not years.
Author Unknown
Treasure
In scenery where mountains loom
We thrill to grandeur all around,
But in a single, modest bloom
Beauty's perfection may be found.
Author Unknown
Weeds now crowd the flagstoned path Against the time-worn mellowed walls There's lichen on the pantiled roof And from a stalwart apple tree Upon a freshly-painted board
Cottage for Sale
That winds toward the cottage door,
Before the porch, a rustic arch
That once a crown of roses wore.
The overladen lilac leans,
Loose on it's hinges hangs the gate,
And through the pear tree sunlight streams.
Where watchful latticed windows lean;
Their cobwebbed panes like watchful eyes
Look sadly on the garden scene.
Hangs some forgotten child's old swing,
While on the trellised cottage wall
Sweet peas and "morning glory" cling.
Where roses and honeysuckle trail,
There, written large for all to see,
These magic words "Cottage for Sale".
Mrs.B.D.P. Jemison
Please come in the cottage.
I hope you enjoyed your stroll through the garden. Oh, and this is the Frog Prince and his Princess
I have included some information and tips on how to attract
more birds and butterflies to your own garden.Hope it helps!
who have taken up residence in the garden.
Birds
