Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Enchanted Garden

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
Elizabeth Lawrence (1904–85), American garden writer

Standing in front of a local church waiting for the door to be opened, I looked down and got lost in the magic of a memorial children's garden. Surely fairies must dance among these dewy blue bells just as I had seen in the Ida Rentoul Outhwaite illustrations of my childhood. Time does not dull the sense of enchantment.

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