In Life's Garden

I’ve been very busy in the craft room today, fulfilling the order for the elderly friend from church who now lives some distance away but who still orders cards from me.

I was intending to blip a photo of all the 42 cards that are ready for her (another eight are to follow when she confirms which design she wants) but I simply couldn’t get a respectable shot of them on our hall windowsill. That’s usually the best place to get a decent light, but I was too tired to be able to work out how to get a sufficiently good photo, so I gave up.

Instead I took my weary self out into the garden in the late afternoon sunshine, accompanied by my beloved heirloom doll, who has the weight and feel of a real baby when I carry her in my arms, and posed her on the garden bench. I think she looks extra beautiful, surrounded by all the pink hardy geraniums which are growing rampant at the moment.

In Life's Garden

Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days by golden hours, 
Don't remember clouds at all.

Count your nights by stars, not shadows.
Count your years with smiles, not tears.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
Count your age by friends, not years.

Dixie Willson (1890-1974)