It must be spring

There’s an old house sitting at the bottom of a magical garden somewhere… 

An old house sheltered in roses and grapevines…

In the old garden, there are angels who wait all day long for the sun…

to pray and play under iris petals...

and whisper invocations as the sun goes down...

Always keeping their happy little faces toward the sunshine as shadows fall behind them…

 There are statures wrapped in shawls made out of rose petals 

and necklaces made of stars

And there’s a girl who dreams as she works and works as she dreams… always wandering in her own steps always dancing in the most secret places of her soul...

Angels pray, fairies sleep, mermaids sing and strange creatures meet in the garden to play...

 

 

And there’s a laced window at which feet roses sing and dance in morning breezes, wanting to climb inside...

I don't know what I've done to deserve this place, or this magical garden, but I do know that only a few things are required... a loving heart, a strong hand and some hard work... the rest, comes as a gift!

These are the days of roses and robin nest... these are the days where to be happiest.  I have it all.  "That is one good thing about this world...there are always sure to be more springs.”  ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea