"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~
"I've always thought my flowers had souls. . . they seem like real people to me. I've seen the roses rubbing their cheeks together as if they loved eachother, and the forget-me-nots are little blue-eyed children, half afraid of rest." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~
My Garden Angel arrived in a well packaged box yester-afternoon. She was sent to me by my dear adopted California cousin in celebration of my seventeenth birthday. She's absolutely beautiful, and will be a most cherished ornament.
posted by Bethany | 12:06 PM
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