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15.3.16

The substance of things hoped for..


“I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with green growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just now my garden is like faith - the substance of things hoped for.”

 ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams


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There's life in the undergrowth again...and we are all very busy...

3 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

I was in the process the other day of THINKING a poem that has not yet made it to paper. But this is the topic. What a miracle to witness the hard brown ground soften, as a heart softens to the spring of faith. Let's watch closely dearest, let's put our ears to the ground and wait and listen. Busy of spirit, busy, waiting.

donna baker said...

And one must have faith to garden.

Mapi said...

Je zal zien dat er nog heel veel te ontdekken valt in jullie nieuwe tuin ..... spannend !

Love as Always
Mapi
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