Pages tagged with Flowerbeds

Our soul can be happy as we want, when we sit and watch a flower can bloom and how we can endure a fragrance that only she can come off, then yes we can say that we exist.
I love the garden, the smell of wet sod filled of life, the white picket fence and the gate open wide to the color inside.
The story of love, the color of flowers. That silent place where the heart sings.
Gardening can be rewarding, heartwarming and sometimes frustrating... All at the same time! Come read about and see what grows for me, as well as despite me!
There's nothing quite like a beautiful flower garden. Planting flowers and helping them thrive and grow over the seasons can connect you to the cycle of nature in a way few other hobbies will.
Don't throw away that junk, be creative and make a garden out of it! It's sure to make your neighbors..well...think your crazy, but go ahead anyway. Create that Junk Garden!
Many years ago my wife and I lived by a beautiful lake in the Northamptonshire countryside. The lake had a path around it and the walk took about half an hour. There were many lovely woods and meadows around this lake and we made a friend with a duck who only had one eye and my wife c...
A snapshot of a man who is stranded a long way away from where he wants to be. He dreams of going home.
About a man who went to mow a meadow, It was a beautiful summer day and it was a joy not a chore.
Many years ago in Bethnal Green the house gardens would be open for all. People wandered about from garden to garden and maybe buy a flower or two for a penny.
As winter turns to spring nature protects all and puts a curtain of thorns and nettles to protect the young. When it is all in place she opens her veils to show the beauty of her hard work.
It's about a little hamlet overlooked by meadows and beautiful flowers. It's a world of its own.
This poem is about a day in May, where meadows are like a beautiful canvas of color.
When ever I see imagination flowering words emanate One such small example outstretched
The flowers of the forests in the spring time. The bluebell the loveliest of them all. Spring would not be Spring without the Bluebell.
The flowers of the forest go to a show in a clearing of a forest. Some of the flowers are stars of the show.
August is seen as a man watching his world garden grow into a beautiful scene. At the end August blows a kiss to the foxglove.
Some friends go for a walk on a beautiful Spring Morning
A poem about children playing in the fields their grandmother played. It lists all of natures beauty and the bonds of friendships made when very young. A poem that goes back in time.
This article is about flowers and flower shows. Flowers always gives refreshment to us.
Pulling weeds is backbreaking work. Shortly after a flowerbed is completely cleared out, they seem to magically pop up in new locations.
Tips on how to keep the flowers fresh and know more about floral arrangements.
Winter has outstayed it's welcome & I want summer - now!
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