Friday, April 20, 2007

Poetry Friday

We have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.

We love our little garden,
And tend it with such care,
You will not find a faded leaf
Or blighted blossom there.

Beatrix Potter, Cecily Parsley's Nursery Rhymes, pp. 28-30
Painting ~ The Flopsy Bunnies, copyright © Frederick Warne

Saturday, April 14, 2007

We Still Remember

We have not forgotten about Our Lady's Garden. In fact, we have been spending more time in the garden than we usually do due to December's windstorm that felled some trees in the garden. We have been putting debris in our yardwaste container each week and the children have been playing on the two large tree trunks, the dirt, and the roots that surfaced when the trees fell. Our little ones have told us on more than one occasion how much they like our "wild" backyard. Thus, we are in no hurry to remove the largest mess in the garden.

Sunday, April 08, 2007


"On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realized the new wonder; but even they hardly realized that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but the dawn."
~ G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man