The magic of spring refuses to go unnoticed.
My tulips in full bloom…
That snow-ball bush burgeoning with the promise of floral explosion…
Hostas reaching through the earth with more vibrancy than any year before…
Strawberry vines taking over my not quite forgotten vegetable garden, peppering the ground with sweet, white flowers…
Basil perfumes the air, along with the tiny, violet buds popping open on my lilac bush…
Soaking up the evening sun and languishing in the warm breeze…
Listening to the happy songs of the frogs, birds and crickets…
Breathing in the life all around and within me…
The magic of my garden is working hard to fill me up, light my smile and make me whole.
My magic.
The magic I make.
In my garden.
MelDouleur.com 
What a lovely garden you have…
🙂
xox
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It’s so pleasing when we find that place that makes us happy. Really doesn’t matter what it is. Like your garden…it’s a blessing to have. And it sounds beautiful.
xx
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