|Who is this mystic gardener, the one who grows the ten foot Trumpet Lilies, year after year?
|The sower that sows the Jewel Weed in with the Hostas, under the shade of the Maple trees.
|The ferns follow his instructions to move here and over there, filling in the empty spots.
|A choir of floral display meandering down the slope of lawn.
|The birds and the chipmunks plant the garden seeds together, from the sky and under the ground, they work side by side.
|At one time this was a ruly planting. Then the city Daisy invited his country Daisy, the Black Eyed Susan, for a visit.
|"Come, meet your distant cousin the Rudbeckia!"
|The Delphiniums grow tall, with all the rain and humidity in the woods. The orange Lilies contrast against the blue stalks.
|This is my view, when I step in the dog do. Not looking where I am walking, distracted by the beauty of the natural garden scene.
|It is a riot of colors, all spectrum of Cynthia's rainbow!
|Good to come home from work, in the evening, and be greeted by such loveliness as this.
Thank you my silent sower.