Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My script of joy, immortal diet,
y bottle of salvation.
My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Monday, January 18, 2010


At least This Day seemed to be a harbinger of future warm.
The day was bright and sunny, and I found a great gardening skirt at my favorite charity shop.
That should be happiness enough on any Monday.

Yet, here in this little pocket of the Northwest when the Winter sun comes out it follows that the night will be cold.

A stroll in the garden revealed, in addition to all the darling little green bulb noses upping,
the helebores are not only up but blooming! Wish I had looked out the window and noticed them earlier. They are joy bringers this time of year.

There is new growth beginning on the roses, so there is a hoping they don't have frost bite in the morning.

Winter gardens can appear so sad, yet there is always the promise:

"While the earth remains,
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
and day and night shall not cease...
I shall remember the everlasting covenant
between Me and the earth."
Oh, I do like those promises.


  1. Was going to write the same thing, green bulb noses and Hellebores, in my garden beds, now I don't have too!

  2. Sounds lovely! Could you please send some of it our way? :)