These entires just cannot wait....

When I think of journal entries that have touched me....these are two that stand out and I must include them.

"Two beautiful nights in the Gardener's Cottage...our miniature James House...has brought us wonderful peace and happiness.

If time travel is possible, this Gardener's Cottage is one of the vehicles, because being here brought us to a place when life moves at a slower, more leisurely pace.

Today, the world appears a little less chaotic; problems have become intriguing small puzzles; worries have become small day dreams; fears have become tiny periods of exhiliration. The Gardener's Cottage is truly a magical place!"

Another entry from the same Gardener's Cottage journal......

Birthday yesterday.

Tea with giddy poppies today.

Chickadee's shaking the day into

their wee frames and so why is

their lavender so huge?

Moss gentles concrete block pavers,

shadows flirt across this page.

The James House. Who were you, Mr. James?

Did you work hard for your dollars like us

who slumber for a night in your potting shed?

Oh--come moss and mildew,

rust and roots---chronicle your

art within our primitive new-ness.

There is a reason for beauty.

The first day of a new year.