Everyone needs a garden where you can commune with nature. It is a place where you forget all your worries and enjoy the beauty that Mother Nature gives us.
I always find peace and contentment in my garden. When I worked in the corporate world, I used to go outside when I got home to unwind. Here among the flowers with bees buzzing around, the birds frolicking and singing, and insects doing their thing, I love being in the garden, planting, weeding, taking care of the little things, or just admiring the beauty I created.
This blog is about my thoughts and impressions working in the garden over the years that I have been taking care of God’s Acres. It gives me great joy to now share them with you, my readers.
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All the best,
Rosalinda
As for our love of gardens, it is the last refuge of art in the minds and souls of many Englishmen; if we did not care for gardens, I hardly know what in the way of beauty we should care for.
Sir Arthur Helps
Companion of My Solitude (1851)
Give a man secure possession of a bleak rock, and he will turn it into a garden; give him nine years’ lease of a garden, and he will convert it into a desert.”
Arthur Young
Travels in France (1792)
A garden is but Nature debauched.
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Garden Gleanings 