Saturday, June 23, 2012

Sunday Postcard - Nature


My mother was happiest in her garden, and the words of the verse above always make me think of her.   She would go to the garden in the very early morning hours and spend time weeding and  picking flowers for the little bouquet she always kept on the kitchen table in the summertime.   Mother Nature was kind to her.  Everything she put in the ground seemed to grow and flourish.   Her garden was her special talent.  Credit:  C. Bauman for the graphics, and to Dover for the butterfly.    Thanks for stopping by!

10 comments:

  1. Absolutely charming!!
    A delight ful card!

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  2. This rings a bell with me, Bev, because gardening keeps me sane. This is an exquisite artpiece - simply beautiful and packing quite a punch - and a time for pause.

    (I have snapdragons in my garden. They are hardy and long lasting - operating more as perennials than annuals).

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  3. Gorgeous postcard! Beautifully created.

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  4. Gorgeous Bev I love the punch of color brought by the butterfly a beautiful piece of work. That poem is so true.

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  5. Gorgeous piece, Love he poem too.

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  6. I love that poem, Bev, and you have illustrated it perfectly. Bravo.

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  7. Lovely tribute to your Mother, Bev, the colourful butterfly adds a special touch!

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  8. this is just gorgeous, love the poem

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  9. A delightful card and poem. Bet your Mum would have loved it.

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