[Lady Jag]

English Garden.

My love for an English garden, It knows no bounds. I will never have to ask for pardon, As I stroll these lovely grounds. Many are the shrubs, bushes and flowers, They fill my heart with joy. Here I have spent many happy hours, For most of the flowers are shy and very coy. Hollyhocks abound in every colour and hue, Great delight I find in every nook and cranny. A few of the flowers are for me new. Most of the names I was taught by my dear Granny. I have wandered around gardens of all kinds, In most parts of this wonderful Earth. There is something in a garden that my soul binds, Nature shares with me every new birth. But in an English garden such as Kew. Gardeners put on a wonderful show. That refreshes me through and through, As I am sure it will you if you take the trouble to go. Bernard Shaw

[Soaring Feather]

Good day Lady Jag! Wonderful poem and picture.

Are you rested from your little trip??

I have been talking to my brother in MO, we are digging up family history, such fun things to learn about our ancestors.