Bursting In Vivid Blooms

Garden surrrounded by fragrant plants, breathing in the subtle scents of its sweet perfume, and gaze at the heavens of brilliant blue with wispy white clouds forming figures in your mind, and you feel lightness in your heart. you know you're home at last.
My Garden









A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow
Lies far into the spring. The sun's pale glow
Is scarcely able to melt patches wide
About the single rose bush. All denied
Of nature's tender ministries. But no, --
For wonder-working faith has made it blow
With flowers many hued and starry-eyed.
Here sleeps the sun long, idle summer hours;
Here butterflies and bees fare far to rove
Amid the crumpled leaves of poppy flowers;
Here four o'clocks, to the passionate night above
Fling whiffs of perfume, like pale incense showers.
A little garden, loved with a great love!

Rudyard Kipling