Let This Page Fully Load Please!!! Before Scrolling.... �View FULL Screen!

� �

Welcome to my bright sunny garden, let's enjoy the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze. �Listen to the chirping of my fine feathered friends and watch them splashing about in their morning bath.� MMmmm � I just love the early morning fragrances �and watching the flowers swaying in this early morning breeze. � �Ahhh this is heaven on earth. �:::smiling:::

� Flowers, plants,flowers!

� � � There is something deeply satisfying about growing plants. �Sowing that tiny little seed or little clipping and watching it sprout and grow into a thriving plant �To

know that you nurtured it and it's � � �your accomplishment. �

� � � ~It's A Plant's Life~

Whew I sure could use a big drink of �water, I'm parched. �My leaves are so dry I feel itchy all over." Pansy complained profusely. �"What a day it's been! �First thing this morning I awoke to the sun glaring in my eyes, I wasn't even finished sleeping, I wanted to snooze a bit longer."

"Itchy. �Itchy!! �And you're fussing? �Look at me, just look!!! exclaimed Daisy. �Barely able to hold her head up, so dismayed was she. "�One of my beautiful green leaves almost totally gone, and look this one all tattered and chewed. �It's a wonder I can sleep at all, knowing what lurks �about after dark."

Rose looked down upon her gardenmates from her lofty trellis, �how droll listening �to their groaning tirades each morning. �She rearranged her scented petals in the fresh sunlight and admired herself in the shiney bumper which she knew was there especially for her. �After all anyone as lovely as she, �has to admire their own reflection.

� � �

Stretching her long graceful neck, yawning, releasing early morning's sweet fragrance, Lily smiled gently hoping today for a bit of water. �Ah her verdant skin definitely needed some moisturizer. �"It shan't be a bad day at all once the sun moves on a bit. �Just be patient and see. �I feel it's going to be a marvelous day!"

Impatience tried to �smooth the wrinkles from her wilting petals. "Work Work Work,, if I had �some water these wrinkles would take care of themselves." she sighed patiently. ��Hearing the tinkling laughter of Bluebell she turned her head in the gentle breeze and wished her �neighbor a pleasant morning.

� � �Slender, delicate Cosmos swayed in the fresh air, such a happy go lucky flora, she never seemed to have any concerns. �Always dancing merrily at the slightest whim, almost coquettish in front of the cool Ferns and Johnny Jump-ups. �She knew she was watched continually with open disproval by the�matronly Marigold who�stood staunchly around the borders, wearing her heavy musky perfume.

With ants marching up and around �the ticklish stem of Phlox, she giggled and laughed, and blushed bright pink. �While behind her Miss Morning Glory so agile and acrobatic,, did twists and turns on the fence endlessly from sunup to sundown. �Her lovely lavender trumpets open in the sunlight.

The timely Four-o-clocks who were awake early this morning while the �others were sleeping, have closed up tight and won't show their pretty faces and colorful frocks til evening's clock strikes four. �Suddenly they will yawn and reveal their loveliness for an hour or two. �Then they will sleep until the early morning's clock strikes four once more. Shhhhhhhhh.... don't wake them...

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � ��Janice

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �August 23,1999

When spring approaches the gardener �in me gets a strong yearning �to dig into some rich loamy soil. ��With experience �you learn�by touch and smell if the soil is good and fertile, or if it is depleted of�all of it's nutrients and is worn out. �