One sees a photo of a table, vase of flowers, an empty glass, a single golden napkin ring, in a garden where soon the evening shadows will fall
And somewhere in that photo there are twittering birds… cardinals, finches, robins and elusive hummingbirds… a dragonfly that looks like aunt Cecelia’s antique broach
The twittering has now turned into full blown song, calls of the wild, the meadows and the forests and fields far away and yet they are here in the garden with me
Yes here, in that garden that no one truly knows or hears or
sees, whose heady fragrances they do not breathe because their lungs have
grown withered and old
Sometimes I wander in that sacred place that Dylan Thomas loved so long ago…
Wales, near the sea…the farm, the animals, the daisy chains..
His stallions coming out in the dizzying morning haze, the foxes from the hunt unscathed and braver than brave
In a garden you can see what God meant us to see, what He meant us to be
Go to your garden and sit and watch and listen, go to your garden and breathe
Go to the garden and pick your lovely flowers, vegetables and herbs,
drink in the perfume of the roses, sages, lemon balms and thyme, take off your shoes and feel the fresh cool grass and clover
Rest there in peace and know that God has given all of this to thee
whennothingworks 
Here is a copy of the post and there is an ad still on it/ The ads are to be removed as I paid $48.00 today for an upgrade. Thank you.
O
On Thu, Aug 13, 2020 at 11:09 AM whennothingworks wrote:
> O posted: “One sees a photo of a table, vase of flowers, an empty glass, a > single golden napkin ring, in a garden where soon the evening shadows will > fall And somewhere in that photo there are twittering birds… cardinals, > finches, robins and elusive hummingbird” >
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O, dear! Dear O! Your message reached me today. Happy to be reminded of your creativity! I feel like rewarding for your gift with a poem: http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=2386 May you and your pen forever be blessed! Many grateful thoughts, Doris
Den tors 13 aug. 2020 kl 18:09 skrev whennothingworks :
> O posted: “One sees a photo of a table, vase of flowers, an empty glass, a > single golden napkin ring, in a garden where soon the evening shadows will > fall And somewhere in that photo there are twittering birds… cardinals, > finches, robins and elusive hummingbird” >
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Tonight I also read “Shall I Try to Reach a Higher State…” Few people I know about seem to slip so easily into a higher and into an inner state, as you do, charming, creative, insightful O! And the most delightful and so *generous* thing about it is, that you take your readers with you! Flying high, roaming wide, diving deep, and also just landing in your garden or at your kitchen table. I share with you another poem: https://wildandpreciouslife0.wordpress.com/2012/06/26/halleluiah-by-mary-oliver/ Cheers in cherry wine (home-made by my sister!) – aren’t we Chekhovian! PS I googled “Chekhovian Ukraine” – and there was no such thing, so it was uniquely yours – but I found a piece of information on Kira Muratova and Chekhov’s Motifs – totally new to me. Serendipity! ❤
Den tors 13 aug. 2020 kl 20:15 skrev Doris Norrgård :
> O, dear! Dear O! Your message reached me today. Happy to be reminded of > your creativity! I feel like rewarding for your gift with a poem: > http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=2386 > May you and your pen forever be blessed! > Many grateful thoughts, > Doris > > Den tors 13 aug. 2020 kl 18:09 skrev whennothingworks comment-reply@wordpress.com>: > >> O posted: “One sees a photo of a table, vase of flowers, an empty glass, >> a single golden napkin ring, in a garden where soon the evening shadows >> will fall And somewhere in that photo there are twittering birds… >> cardinals, finches, robins and elusive hummingbird” >>
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I love your August 13, 2020 post! To speak about the garden is like sweet little sounds to my ears.
K
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