I love people,
I love my family,
my children…
but inside myself
is a place where I live all alone
and that’s where you
renew your springs
that never dry up.
~Pearl S. Buck
Last week’s frigid winds and pelting sleet so punished the late blooming roses and perennials that their flowers, hips, and leaves were left hanging like the heads of mourners as they perished on nights too cold to sustain fragile life. But usually when our area endures an arctic storm such as this one, it’s not too long before the temps warm back up enough to melt the snow and/or ice. This assault, however, lowered temperatures so far below the freezing mark and the cloud cover has stayed in place so long that it may be a week or more before the temps rise high enough to rid us of the treacherous frozen remains. On those warmer days, whenever they do come, I’ll be chomping at the bit, as usual, to “draw close” to my beloved garden and dispose of the flowery carnage left in the storm’s wake. I like to do that so that when next I’m in that place “where I live all alone” like Buck and am unable to get outside, I can look out the window at the garden’s “ball gown” without it looking quite so tattered and torn.



I can relate to it all, Natalie. Adore the ballgown imagery. Thanks. Blessings, Bette
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I had a fealing you could, Bette. I’m so glad you like the ballgown imagery. Thanks again for visiting my little blog. Blessings, Natalie 😉
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Beautiful post as ever, Natalie. My garden was hit be powerful winds. A creeper was taken down from the walls and every single apple fell from the ageing trees, save one, thirty feet in the air. It looks very lonely. 🙂
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I’ll bet it is very lonely and might remain so that high up. I hope the ones brought down by the winds weren’t all ruined. Thanks for visiting my little blog again, Amelia. It’s always good to hear from you, my friend. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Pingback: 210. If you really want to draw close to your garden, you must remember first of all that you are dealing with a being that lives and dies…One will not always see it dressed up for a ball, manicured and immaculate. ~Fernand Lequenme | Sacred Touches
It looks like you may need a blow torch and thick blankets for your garden Natalie.
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You may be right, Laurie. No sun again to day freezing temps again tonight. This has been a bad one for sure. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Lovely quotes and a most delightful picture, keep warm 🙂
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Thanks, Annette, I’m glad you enjoyed the post. Have a good week. Blessings, Natalie 😉
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What a lovely post, Natalie.
Thank you.
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Thank you, Dani. I’m glad you liked it. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Soooooo BEAUTIFUL dear friend ! Love your blog, poetry, quotations and personal insight ! Faithfully Debbie
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Thank you, Debbie. I’m glad you enjoyed the post and hope that all is well with you. Blessings, Natalie 😉
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