The End Of The Day

I gave my soul to the garden.

I gave her my heart, I gave her my dreams.

And now, I am weary.

So weary,

I am nothing more than this.

But how beautiful it feels to have come.

To have given a piece of my life,

however small.

Here I have left my heart

and searched for yours in advance.

Hello, until tomorrow.

Goodnight,

until the day is sweet and new.

Day Two. Grateful to have met again, so sweetly.

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    kat

    I have a terrible brown thumb, but my aunt has a gorgeous, wild garden overflowing with plants and I think she’d agree with this. Gardening, what little I’ve done of it, really does feel like a beautiful giving of the soul. What a lovely place to leave a bit of yourself!

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      brookecutler2

      Oh, Kat! I find it hard to get the motivation to get out there for sure, but when I do I find it so rewarding. I like to think of the beauty the end result will bring. 🙂

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