I MEANT TO DO MY WORK TODAY
I meant to do my work today...
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree.
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand...
So what could I do but laugh and go?
~By Richard LeGallienne~
Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow.
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their boughs.
They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween,
And in the Spring new buds of green.
They are first when the day's begun
To touch the beams of morning sun,
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.
And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby,
Of sleepy children long ago...
Trees are the kindest things I know.
~By Harry Behn~
FEEDING THE BIRDS...
To me, the garden is a doorway to other worlds;
one of them, of course, is the world of birds.
The garden is their dinner table,
bursting with bugs and worms and succulent berries.
~by Anne Raver~
As Autumn aproaches,
it's time to set up a feeding station
for our feathered friends,
so we can enjoy their company in our garden,
over the winter months.
In the garden, their are plenty of plants,
rich in berries, enticing birds into the garden,
but they will need a little extra,
to see them through the months to come.
Here are some festive ideas...
String whole peanuts
and dried fruit together to create a garland.
Scoop out some orange halves,
make three holes around the rim for hanging
and then tie with string/ribbon.
Fill with suet, nuts or birdseed.
Find some pinecones,
and coat with peanut butter or suet,
then roll in birdseed.
Hang on your bird-table,
or tree with string/ribbon.
A really good idea,
is too keep a container with a lid
in the kitchen,
bread crumbs/stale bread/crusts/crackers/rolls in,
and biscuits/cookies/cake and cereals,
also apple cores can go in too.
What a feast they will have :-)
Let's stroll along a garden path
And just enjoy the day
No thoughts of worries fill our minds
We'll just wander on our way.
Forget about life's problems
You'll see that they will keep
Just walk with me a little ways
Nature's blessings we will reap.
Let's find some joy in little things
We'll talk of nothing much
Just wander down the garden path
Sweet flowers we shall touch.
We'll find a spot to sit awhile
And watch the clouds float by
We'll listen to the song of birds
And sigh a pleasant sigh.
When at last the day is over
And home now we must go
Take the memory along with you
For the days you're feeling low.
~by Charlotte Anselmo~
A LITTLE POEM...
The kiss of the sun for pardon.
The song of the bird for mirth.
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush;
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Keep a green tree in your heart
and perhaps a singing bird will come.
That the birds of worry and care
fly over your head,
this you cannot change,
but that they build nests in your hair,
this you can prevent.
A bird does not sing
because it has an answer;
it sings because it has a song.
One crisp, bright, moisty, morning,
When Spring was on the brink,
My memories started blooming,
I couldn't help but think.
Of a woman I called Mother,
And what she's meant to me,
Of long time that has passed,
Just what and who was she?
Did you ever see a butterfly,
Elusive and so free,
So elegant and beautiful,
A sight for all to see?
Did you ever see a sunset,
Spectacular and bright,
But fading, oh, so quickly,
Like a spurling, whirling kite?
Did you ever see the dewdrops,
Sparkling in the sun,
Just waiting to be gently touched,
But gone before it's done?
Did you ever see a rainstorm,
Brewing in the sky,
Slowly rumbling and a tumbling,
Before your very eyes?
I know you've heard a songbird,
With it's slow caressing tune,
That comforts and that soothes you,
As a warm beeze blows at noon.
All of these are memories,
Of a timid soul, I've known,
Who I can now appreciate,
Since I am up and grown!
~By Phyllis Cole~
A FEW QUOTES...
I value my garden more for being full
of blackbirds than of cherries,
and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.
~by Joseph Addison~
Poor indeed is the garden
in which birds find no homes.
~Abram L. Urban~
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.
IT'S UP TO YOU
One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring
One smile begins a friendship
One handclasp lifts a soul
One star can guide a ship at sea
One word can frame the goal
One vote can change a nation
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness
One laugh will conquer gloom
One step must start each journey
One word must start each prayer
One hope will raise our spirits
One touch can show you care
One voice can speak with wisdom
One heart can know what's true
One life can make the difference
You see, IT'S UP TO YOU!!
MAKING A BIRD NESTING BOX?...
Maybe you wish to add a little fun sign to it...
...try some of these...
Home Tweet Home
Every Birdie Welcome
Home is Where You Build Your nest
Fly on Inn
I HEARD A BIRD SING
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,"
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
~by Oliver Herford~
Sweet bird! thy bow'r is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
thou has't no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year.
~by John Logan~
BEYOND THE GARDEN GATE
Step into my garden
Step in and you'll see
A measure of peace
It's the scent of the blossoms
The buzz of the bees
The sweet song of birds
As they sing in the trees.
The sweet scent of roses
Their petals so new
As they glisten and sparkle
With the fresh morning dew.
Run your toes through the grass
Beneath a canopy of trees
Hear the rustle of leaves
As they blow in the breeze.
Let the beauty of springtime
Fill your soul with great peace
Take it with you and share it
With each one you meet.
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