A humble cottage shelters it's shame,
a mass grave of forgotten beauty deep in shadow,
a forlorn image of what once was...
oh, will I ever walk in beauty again.
I pass through this barren plain of sorrows
knowing what hearts lie deep
in this earthen tomb.
A chamber excavated
to bury lost dreams
or perhaps to shelter the new hope,
as seeds await intervals of light,
germinating harmonious luminosity.
Yes, this hope chest
of anticipated glittering charms
will again please mine eye
and I and my cottage will again
adore beauty in my field.
Flourishing and flattering
a plain humble heart
with golden gems and rainbow-hued platoons.
Wee, little soldiers of enlisted, perennial beauty,
my cottage and me.
To don aprons of floral'd embellishment
and to burden buckets of gastronomic booty...
my one wish to you
my sleeping pirate of perennial bliss...
As it's Sunday again in Australia, my friends from all over the globe, share shadows. As one unit in this simple meme, we thank Tracy and Hey, Harriet for bringing friends together. Making this one planet a small neighborhood of artists and dreamers alike.
As you can see from the photo, my yard was shredded for the installation of the new septic system...argh...but, as I always see my cup as half full, this will be easy diggin' for my new Victory Garden. An addition to my already bulging veggie garden and the strawberry plants that have taken command. This will be the new home of string beans and tomatoes, snow peas and Brussels sprouts, peppers and onions, eggplant and zucchini AND if I'm really lucky, I will get my hen house built...my chicky-condo for the free-range eggs that are packed with vitamins for me and the furry heathen.
So yes, though it looks rather forlorn at this time, my gardens will soon flourish with promise...a new look and a new venue...
peace and harmony in my little corner of the world.