| A long narrow path lay before her,
the short winding path lay behind.
Though nothing had changed in the garden,
she'd stepped through a moment in time.
The whispering wind bade her
"linger",
dropped crackly leaves to the ground,
then touched
her with sweet scented roses,
and swirled to her feet like a gown
-kmc
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Above
Photo/ July:
The "rose story garden" lies just beyond the blue
gate. Each rose in this garden was chosen by name and each name
contributes a piece to the story. There is very little color to be seen
at the moment since the roses bloom mostly during the spring and again
in the fall thru early winter.
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Left
Photo/
January: A straight, narrow path leads past
the roses to a reflection pool and prayer garden. Romantic twinkle
lights glow on this cool, dark evening. ...Just beyond the soft netting curtains, hanging over the the kneeling
bench, you can catch a glimpse of the mediterranean-inspired
conversation area with plants that attract hummingbirds and
butterflies. |
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Right
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January: Around the corner, there is a
sitting area, strawberry patch, children's garden, small lawn, diving pool and
old-red brick patio complete with a charming wooden "garden
bed".
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I've heard it said that when God closes a door He opens a
window, but lately I've thought to myself,
"Could it be
possible, He hasn't closed the door? Perhaps I need to reach out and grasp the latchstring..."
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