Arriving home from being away always holds mixed blessings...
One for me was that the plane did not crash (albeit there was the worst turbulence I have ever felt.)
Two The winds and horrid weather back home didn't wreck the garden so it was all ship shape in no time.
Three That we had family at home to surround us and help us transition back into the ho hum of work and home...
It was a quick whisk around the grounds to tidy up and prune ,to make posies for inside and to generally tuck back into the soil.....
Pears have grown .
Freedom...Chinese saying ?????
Loads of peaches.
Apples in the tree already..
Figs My how they have grown..
Walnut Tree's are bursting with nuts.
Great crop of artichokes.
Not a daisy in sight Lawns so short and dry...
...and my pooh flower The trout lily put on a welcome home aroma....mixed blessings.
The human soul is hungry for beauty; we seek it everywhere - in landscape, music, art, clothes, furniture, gardening, companionship, love, religion, and in ourselves. No one would desire not to be beautiful. When we experience the beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming.
Now that we are home it is time to organise our christmas....
Deck the halls my friends.xxx
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