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Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent,
Where faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Goodnight.
---Elizabeth T. Dillingham "A Faery Song"

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May

I gathered some of the last roses for the season to make a happy bouquet for all to enjoy.  It is amazing..they are sparse and on struggling bushes-- individually,  but when put together I must exclaim wow!

I am dreading the time change this weekend.  Already I'm racing home to continue to plant a few remaining plant orphans.  Too soon I'll be on the couch with my garden magazines for company and a head full of plans that I will never have the time/energy to execute.  Oh well, such is the life of a gardener!
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  1. AnonymousNovember 2, 2011 at 6:26 AM

    The words of this title are ringing in my ears this morning. I am so dreading the end of the bloom season. But it must come. Your blooms are breathtaking. Such a beautiful bouquet... Happy Fall, Y'all!

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  2. GigaNovember 2, 2011 at 12:13 PM

    Szkoda, że to ostatni śliczny bukiet z ogrodu. Na następny trzeba będzie sporo poczekać. Pozdrawiam

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