In my family we call the "live-in gardener" the rose guy at times.
He and I both love the roses in the garden.
Portland, Oregon is the City of Roses.
In the picture is the first rose to bloom this year.
It is Lady Banksia, a white rose, but some are also pink.
In honor of poem in your pocket day, just yesterday,
I am sharing a poem by a favorite poet, Mary Oliver.
He and I both love the roses in the garden.
Portland, Oregon is the City of Roses.
In the picture is the first rose to bloom this year.
It is Lady Banksia, a white rose, but some are also pink.
In honor of poem in your pocket day, just yesterday,
I am sharing a poem by a favorite poet, Mary Oliver.
The Gardner
Have I lived enough?
Have I loved enough?
Have I considered Right Action enough,
have I come to any conclusion?
Have I experienced happiness with
sufficient gratitude?
Have I endured loneliness with grace?
I say this, or perhaps I'm just thinking it.
Actually, I probably think too much.
Then I step out into the garden,
where the gardener, who is said to be a
simple man,
is tending his children, the roses.
4 comments:
Absolutely gorgeous!Best wishes!
Just loved that poem, beautiful post.
Here is to your live in gardener. These are gorgeous -- he does his job well!
Oh, this was such GOOD Soul Food! Mary Oliver offers the best questions... And you always offer the best images, Marilyn...*sigh*... ((LOVE & HUGS))
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