I have been pondering the garden for a few years now.
The more I see in the original garden the more I am thinking....
Is it posable that all that was, all that is, all that is to be is rooted "in the beginning"?
And perhaps has an unimaginable fragrance that has breathed across all the ages?
"She who loves a garden learns the lessons of the seasons
And how life itself adheres to nature's plan.
That from every winters sleep there comes a wonderful awakening
Holding promise as it has since time began."
From "She who Loves a Garden" by Mary Engelbreit
