Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Early Easter Morning

The garden is still
even the creatures of the woods
are quiet
Still amazing to me
that I have only lived in
these woods for about 18 months
all the plants have
made themselves at home
guess just like me
It rained during the night
everything looks so fresh and clean
Silly thought for this
suppose to be old woman
I looked at my wonderful new garden
and had the thought
my mother and grandmother who were
gardeners - would be proud of me
could sense them smiling through
the trees....

Silence is another kind of space. When everything is quiet and suddenly there is noise, we ordinarily say the silence was shattered. But it is more accurate to say that we forgot the silence and listen only to sound ~Ken McLeoad~


Balisha said...

Easter Blessings to you, my friend. I can almost feel my Dad near me when I garden.I have wonderful memories of him tending his garden and the joy it brought him. Have a wonderful day with your family...Balisha

the wild magnolia said...

What a treat for me this Easter morning. Your garden and words are a blessing.

Happy Easter!

judemiller1 said...

I have flowers that I transplanted from my grandmother and mother's garden. When they bloom--it brings great joy.

Sharon said...

How beautiful. Happy Easter to you.

sally said...

What a peaceful area you have carved out-the silence is calming.
Thank you for sharing Ernestine.

mermaid said...

Yes, there is still silence between sound. Your woods are blessed to have your tender heart admire them so.

One Woman's Journey said...

Balisha, Sandra, Judy, Sharon, Sally and Kaveri,
Thank you for visiting and commenting...