In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful.
by Abram L. Urban
This is a rose from my garden, everyday I go out and dig, cut or walk through my garden. It is very relaxing and everyday something changes from the day before. Today it was the Morning Glory growing up the wire I just put up. Soon it will wrap around and climb up my post leaving a trail of flowers behind.
If you have any pictures of your garden or something to share send to misskatescb@gmail.com
Charles
Friday, July 15, 2011
At The Table
I strongly believe if it were not for my Grandmother, Mother, and Aunt Betty's kitchen table that my childhood would have been a sad and lonely place. I got so much joy from sitting there and learned so much about the roots of my family and our heritage it help shape the person I have become today.
I found this article which I think Building Bonds at the Kitchen Table its a great article let me know what you think.
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