As I sauntered the beach today
I thought I'd give you a taste of my weekend discoveries
last year's dried up wildflowers were not about to give up their hold
on the landscape
neither were the cranberries that survived the winter onslaught
however hope springs eternal
as the wild strawberries pepper the trails
along my beach walk
back home in my garden
the sun kisses
the rose coloured epimediums
and white variety as well
my star magnolia is so soft and warm
nestled in the corner of the garden
and the occasional raindrops
hang onto the berry bushes
while late evenings beachcombers discover
their long awaited joys
in the sands and waters
I take my place with Miss Pinkie
on the sofa that I call my own
and
bid you all
a good night!
