Our back deck container garden. Quinn had a great time planting his seeds, catching bugs and playing with bubbles. I took advantage of the warmer weather and scrubbed down the back deck, porch and his assorted yard toys.

Step into my garden

Step into my garden
Step in and you’ll see
A measure of peace
And tranquility.

It’s the scent of the blossoms
The buzz of the bees
The sweet song of birds
As they sing in the trees.

The sweet scent of roses
Their petals so new
As they glisten and sparkle
With the fresh morning dew.

Run your toes through the grass
Beneath a canopy of trees
Hear the rustle of leaves
As they blow in the breeze.

Let the beauty of springtime
Fill your soul with great peace
Take it with you and share it
With each one you meet.
~ unknown~

You’re closer to God’s heart…

Kiss of the sun for pardon.
Song of the birds for mirth.
You’re closer to God’s heart in a garden
Than any place on earth.
~ Dorothy Frances Gurney ~