Poem

I just finished reading a mystery called "The Trail of the Wild Rose" by Anthony Eglin. The main character visits the Museum of Garden History in Lambeth, England where he sees this poem written on a Victorian sampler. There is no credit given to the author of the poem.

There is peace within a garden

A peace so deep and calm

That when the heart is troubled

It's like a soothing balm.

There's life within the garden

A life that still goes on

Filling the empty places

When older plants are gone

There's glory in the garden

At every time of year

Spring summer autumn winter

To fill the heart with cheer

So ever tend your garden

Its beauty to increase

For in it you'll find solace

And in it you'll find peace

First Snow In Maryland of 2009

The weather forecast was for snow showers starting in the afternoon. The rain changed to snow at 9 o'clock this morning and has not stopped. It is now 1 o'clock and the roads which were supposed to be too warm to hold the snow are covered. The pond has a skim of ice on it and will soon be covered with snow too.


Here is the perennial garden covered in snow.

Decorations Going Up

Thanksgiving

There is no bread cut in cubes. No large turkey waiting to be stuffed in the refrigerator. No list of menu items to be made and when. Thanksgiving is not happening at my house this year. Relief? Somewhat. For the last three years I've hosted or been staying at the house where it was hosted. Last year my daughter Emily's in-laws came. The year before we went to Emily's so it was easier for them as newlyweds and for Sarah who was in her senior year. The year before that we hosted my family here.

There will be plenty of opportunities to put on the spread here in future Novembers. For now the house is calm in its lack of preparation.

p.s. I hope to snag a turkey carcass to bring home! Turkey soup would be nice.