Home Sweet Home
after endless search
stillness feels good to his heart
time to rest his soul
~
he realized home
was closer than imagined
right in his garden
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Lovely!
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Thanks Cynthia. This is actually from last year. My garden has become a jungle this year! 🙂
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I agree: Lovely indeed!
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Thanks Aina. May our hearts be full of love.
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Nice garden. Is that a sequoia in the background past the fence?
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Thanks. That is a native pine in Arkansas, I forget the name.
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I can relate. Your garden is looking lovely Brad 🙂
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Relate to which part Julie? Returning home or overgrown gardens? happy gardening! 🙂
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That I find rest for my soul in my garden 🙂
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Wonderful! 🙂
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It’s a beautiful thing when we recognize WHERE that place is….isn’t it Brad!! Your poem makes me feel happy and content ♡
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That’s true Lorrie. Truthfully, I haven’t felt at home in myself, home, garden or town in quite a while. I would like to live somewhere I truly love again like when I was in CO.
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Awww…Brad! I’m so sorry about that. I don’t know what your situation is or how hard it would be for you to be able to move back there. But if your soul is crying to be there is it possible to have it as a goal? Much love to you dear friend…I pray you get your hearts desire ♡
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Thank you Lorrie. 🙂
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Love the photo and the poem, Brad. After being gone for nearly three weeks, my yard and flowerbeds are looking pretty shabby. So a weeding I go everyday nowadays. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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I bet it’s back in shape in no time! 🙂 Mine looks more wild than garden this year. I planted too many annuals. 🙂
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Oh, mine looks pretty wild too, Brad. All those spring rains were like a steroid for everything including the weeds. I’m making progress, but it will be a long time before I’m done. And it’s slow going when it gets this darned hot. Oh well, such is the life of a feisty gardener. 🙂
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Wow, what a beautiful garden you have !! 🙂
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Thanks Himali. I do enjoy my flowers and garden. It is much fuller and wild now after all the rain we’ve had. 🙂
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Wow, thats so lovely. I so much dream to have a garden in my dream house 🙂
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You will have them one day. And maybe you could do container gardening where you are? 🙂
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This is so beautiful! It’s true what they say that home is where your heart is…
Enjoy your wonderful garden, dear Brad. Growing a garden is like growing a happy child.
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Agreed Camelia. Though my restless nature is always looking for happiness somewhere else. 🙂
I imagine nurturing and growing children is very rewarding. Hugs my friend. 🙂
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aww so lovely Brad and yes most things are closer to us than we think ❤
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Thanks Neha. Especially when I slow down and savor life. ❤
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Looking Good Brad.. Yes time to put your feet up relax and its almost the weekend… Enjoy your garden.. I did.. 🙂
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I’ve been relaxing Sue. With the extreme heat and rain, I’ve let the garden go. It is much wilder now, with lots of flowers, weeds and almost no access to find the few vegetables!
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There is an intangible element to human nature that allows us to almost sense the imperceptible way that roots stretch deeper into the ground, leaves reach farther toward the sky, and flowering blooms blossom in a show of gratitude and love. A garden is indeed a special place.
At this very moment, no kidding, I looked outside to see our frangipani tree blooming in our backyard for the first time in two years. The brilliant pink blooms involuntarily bring a smile to my face and soul. I can almost smell the intoxicating scent from inside the house.
The natural world speaks to us in very subtle and quiet whispers. And, if we silence the clutter within, we are able to receive that message on many different levels that we never even knew existed. Thanks Brad, I appreciate you taking the time to share your poem and your garden.
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Wow Dave. This is very eloquently expressed. Your tree sounds lovely. Maybe you should write a poem! or at least share your poetic soul. Thanks my friend. 🙂
To communing with nature.
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