Under a New Fallen Snow

There is a peace that permeates one’s being while walking through a garden after a new fallen snow.


But along  with that peace comes a feeling of sadness as the realization of knowing another season comes to an end.

Blood Red Maple leaf on Praying Hands hosta

Endings may be not be what they appear

Purple Alyssum

Look into hidden corners of the garden and see what emerges from the snow cover ground


Allow your eyes to be drawn to vibrant colors in an otherwise neutral landscape


Rejoice in knowing this is not an end, only life passing through celestial cycles







The Labyrinth

At a recent Harvest gathering a friend shared that the labyrinth and surrounding gardens were a spiritual temple. 


The sharing of this sacred space has been a dream of mine since its inception.


The month of September saw the first class from Moravian Theological Seminary come to the gardens and utilize the labyrinth for their spiritual journey.


We do not own the land, we are but caretakers who live in harmony with Gaia, our mother. 


An October Day, Really?

An early October freeze has given way to afternoons of blue skies and bright sunshine

Catch an Autumn leaf

Just another day in the garden

Painted Lady Butterfly on a Daisy mum

Sharing my space with Gaia’s children

Pot Marigold (Calendula) and Daisy Mums

Joyous connections abound!

A Jack in the Pulpit weathers the Autumn nights and drinks in the October sun

Thank you for stopping by, hope your October day was a bright as this one!

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken

Like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning . . .

Autumn sunrises in eastern Pennsylvania are a kaleidoscope of color

 Gaia sharing her soul

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