Monday, April 1, 2013

There is a garden. . .

in every childhood,
an enchanted place where colors are brighter,
the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence
Did you have an enchanted garden in your childhood?  I remember being enchanted by flowers at a very early age.  I am still enchanted by them.
Spring is in the air. . .Mr. Hummingbird will soon be here. . .I can't wait to see him once again!Wishing you an enchanting spring day, sweet friends!


jenann said...

Oh, how I loved the gardens in Roundhay Park in Leeds, Yorkshire!
There were little cultivated islands amongst huge acres of wild woodland and manicured lawns. It was such a joy to come upon them as you rounded the corner through the woods etc.
There was also the Canal Garden where swans and ducks floated by as you admired the carefully laid out formal borders on your way to the vast hot house, which was stuffed with tropical wonders a little girl from northern England would never see elsewhere. Then there was the folly, built when it was a private garden, in the style of a small Norman castle. It was open, though tumbling down, and we played wild games of Robin Hood there without the modern fear of accidents leading to litigation. how I enjoyed being a free, wild child! What a lot the world has lost because of endless court cases over normal little childhood accidents.

Pom Pom said...

I do have strong memories of certain flowers. Yay for hummingbirds! I hope your spring is chugging along nicely, Vicki!

Debbie@Debbie-Dabble and A Debbie-Dabble Christmas said...

Such a beautiful post!!