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. |
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