My husband, Ray was very proud of the yard in our previous home, and
justifiably so. He did a lot of backbreaking work!! He, and our sons-in-law, Matt
and Jamie, laid this lovely winding brick pathway, the summer of 1997. It almost made
you want to skip down it, singing, "We're off to see the Wizard!"!! (
Speaking of wizards, meet our very own resident wizard, Wizard the Wonder Dog, by going to
my Pets link...he's a charmer!) In the spring of 2000, my illness forced us to move
to a one-level home. Hopefully, one day THAT yard will be featured here!
Gardening has been a hobby of mine for many years, and, although, I don't do any "hands on" gardening, anymore, I can certainly still plan and dream! And take pictures of other lovely gardens!!! Fortunately for me, Niagara Falls has many outstanding gardens to visit.
The large beautiful red bush you see in this picture is called a Burning Bush and was a gift from a friend of mine, Sheena Crow. The many flowers are impatiens. The other bush is a Bridal Wreath Spirea, which is festooned with arching branches of white blooms in the spring time. It's spectacular! Although there's a bird bath nestled between the Burning Bush and the Bridal Wreath Spirea, no birds flocked to that "spa", let me tell you. Sparky, our cat, used to see to that!
The Rose
Artist: Bette Midler
Words & Lyrics by: Amanda McBroom
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the
tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken, that cannot seem to give
It's the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed
And with the sun's love in the spring
Becomes The Rose