Lost In Reverie

A New Year offers us the opportunity to start anew, and adopt healthier and better promises we so faithfully make to ourselves, but fall short of keeping.

I try not to make New Year's resolutions these days.
Just a more common-sense approach to eating better, making wiser choices, being more understanding and forgiving of my fellow man, and taking a little less from this planet we call "home" than I did the previous year.
Simplify.

In the throws of Winter, I find myself dreaming of Spring.

I feast my eyes upon the seed catalogues and books filled with timeless English gardens, brimming over with renewed life and promise.
I wish you much of the same....

A warm and cheery fire roars merrily

And shadows dance about the darkened room.

Beside the hearth a gardener sits and dreams

Of sunny days, of flowers in full bloom.

Some hollyhocks should tower near the fence,

Bright red. ones that the bees can't help but find.

The trellis at the gate again must wear

Blue morning glories, or the rosy kind.

To lend a bit of distance to the scene,

Close to the rear I'll plant in shades of blue:

The tall and stately larkspur, double ones

Of course I'll put in scabiosa, too.

I couldn't do without a pansy bed

­Snapdragons make such beautiful bouquets

Frilled zinnias and yellow marigolds

Add just the proper touch to autumn days.

The flowers grow and bloom with loveliness

Until a sound destroys the fantasy­

A burning ember falls and I must leave

My garden and my charming reverie.

~ Helen Bath Swanson