[Jane Long]

With all the noise and bustle that distracts you from that art,
Take time to smell the flowers from the garden in your heart.

Beautiful! Enjoy this Monday and take time to smell the roses from the garden in your heart!

Blessings to all.

[JustAmy]

Thank you, Jane. And .. thank you, NnB.

NicknamedBob wrote that for us in 2004 and it is a beautiful as ever.

Wishing you a lovely Monday.

[NicknamedBob]

Here's one we haven't seen for a while.

It was written to go with a picture of a laughing little girl in a field full of wildflowers.

The Blossom

The bud is not the blossom,
It keeps the beauty hid,
Until the warming sunshine,
Lets unfolding start its bid.

And as the color settles,
Like dew upon the limb,
The blossom opens up to show,
The joy that comes from Him,

Who toiled within the garden,
To separate the weeds,
From flowering plants and bushes,
And tended all their needs.

In time, the blossom yields a fruit,
With promised swelling growth,
Full sweetness for the Gardener,
And seeds within for both.

NicknamedBob . . . . August 3, 2008