and when they swim to the surface from the depths of sleep
do they rise through leaves instead of water?
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25 comments:
Bonjour chèrie!
I do love gardens, this one is so cute!
It's a nice idea to swim in the "green"! :)
Bon dimanche!
bises
Léia
What a wonderful poet you are BC.
I used to garden a lot and can safely say that nothing as wonderful as this has happened to me although the owners of this place probably do!
Ah, you are so poetic. I, on the other hand, have been called pathetic!
Lovely.
No, gardeners do not rise from sleep through leaves. They rise from sleep through weeds!
You're a funny commenter today!
But the the comment on Florida Fotos was misguided as you were misled by one MB from up northwest way: It weren't me at the clinic. And my knees are fine. They're the bees knees. Whatever that means. ;-)
I totally agree with Ciel!
The rain yesterday, certainly, was welcome relief. After all, even gardens need a drink every once and a while.
If we are good gardeners we have no weed as Jacob suggests---just beautiful foliage and wonderful flowers. MB
I love this colorful mishmasheroni. A kooky person lives here?
Your question is as beautiful as the flowers in this gardener's garden.
And if a gardener is bilingual (or more), in what language are they dreaming of leaves
Quite colorful. Good shot.
Darryl and Ruth : )
There is a lot going on in this garden and much of it appears edible.
Its a wonderfully colorful garden and your words always delight.
"May all your weeds be wildflowers"
great title and where did you find such a great gardening spot. this would make a great ad photo. Also, your comment that we should add a map on our www.VivLaVoyage.com site and show a flag or color dab for each place we feature is a great one. we will try and figure that out. We are glad you are enjoying the Sunday travel photos.
What a fun place! I'd like to know this person.
Of course ^^
I like the composition with the door in the left and this green explosion!
Nice image and lovely words. I used to say that my plants thrived in spite of my 'colorful' efforts...
My dear Brattcat: You must watch MB's comments. She's a very silly person! ;-))
Your title made me think of Philip K. Dick's great short story title: "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?"
intersting questions
would love to know the answers
You found such a colorful place. I agree with Ciel - you are a true poet. Wonderful imagery added to the image.
This gardener certainly doesn't.
"No race can prosper until it learns there is as much dignity
in tilling a field as in writing a poem."
- Booker T. Washington
However, both are needed for a civilization to prosper and thrive.
When I dream of my garden, I'm usually being attacked by large, mutant weeds!
☼ Sunny
I LOVE THE GARDENS.
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