The kiss of the sun for pardon
The song of the birds for mirth
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth

I have enjoyed working in my yard through the years, although, it is something I can't do alot of anymore, I will always have fond memories of the joy it brought me.

The simple pleasure of sneaking outdoors every morning to smell my roses.











100s of Blaze Boquets







Chicago Peace

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