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A GARDENER'S LOOK AT LIFE In the early morning hours, I have reaped the rewards that only a gardener can cherish and really understand. The sunrise casts light upon the garden, in its full splendor, bringing an essence of tranquility to the well-worked land. I look at life through eyes of one who sees beyond the now, to what will come, new spikes of lavender and royal blue. I learned patience here, as new buds appear ever so slowly, and in the twilight haze I have watched when rest was due. All nature strikes a good balance, man and earth and sun; raindrops and teardrops give plant and man a new sharing of life itself, determined to transform each to beauty undenied. We all need the nourishment of the sun, the rain and caring. Countrymom 4/14/07 .
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