moonstruck…

“The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.” Carl Sandburg

go with the flow…

“A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.”
Laura Gilpin

The Magic of a Garden…

“Children see magic because they look for it.” Christopher Moore

Find the Magic……..

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” Roald Dahl

Do You Believe in Magic?

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”  Roald Dahl

“If you believe in magic…Come along with me…We’ll dance until morning, just you and me and maybe, if the music is right…I’ll meet ya tomorrow…so late at night..”      Oh lordy me….1965, John Sebastian of the Lovin’ Spoonful

Hammond’s Magical Garden

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Pointy Hatted & Smiling

‘Why the fascination

with this little, smiling,

pointy hatted, garden creation?’

SwittersB

I have this emerging distraction in the garden…too many things, too many doodads, too many busy things. Windmills, yard art, wind chimes, spinning crystal balls, bells, bird baths, statues amidst the flowers, trees, shrubs. Too many. Some were my Mom’s, my Aunt’s. Sentimentality and history keeps them anchored. But, I have added ‘stuff’. I need, I must, wean this gardener out of the clutter of sounds (too many competing sounds of chimes), out of peeling, painted concrete animals (I actually won’t have difficulties here). 

Oh, but the one creations that I will not be able to remove are the Gnomes. Oh my no! No can do. Magical. Suggesting, no more than a suggestion, something to the garden that is tended to in my absence (wish they would weed now and then). I give it little depth of thought. Probably because I know it is fanciful, make believe. Yet, as an adult, there is this silliness of having these little pointed hatted, smiling creations greeting me as I enter the yard.

Hmmm? The older I get, the more I like to stay in touch with that last vestige of fantasy…helps with the grandchildren.