June 17, 2011
In The Secret Garden…
Everywhere you look is a gift…
(Photo: c. Pamela J. Leavey 2011)
words and pictures....
June 17, 2011
In The Secret Garden…
Everywhere you look is a gift…
(Photo: c. Pamela J. Leavey 2011)
June 16, 2011
My mother had the the most amazing gardens when I was a child. She loved to be outdoors gardening and her labor of love always showed in our yard. That love for gardening is something that was shared among other members of her family and passed down in generations.
The Secret Garden is nestled in Newburyport and it belongs to my cousin who spends each day working in her garden paradise, tending to her perrenials with love and devotion.
When I have the time to visit with my cousin in the Secret Garden, I am transported to a place of peace and always feel a sense of being home. As the love of gardening has been passed down through generations of women in my family, so to have perrenials been passed along and kept blooming for generations. The Secret Garden has iris and peonies that belonged to both my mother and my aunt, even my grandmother.
My mother would tell me as a child that nothing was more important than tending the earth. She knew the connection of our need to treat the Mother [Earth] with love and respect…
(Photo: c. Pamela J. Leavey)
June 12, 2011
The weather in the Newburyport area is chilly and rainy on this mid-June day, but just a couple of days ago there were butterflies in the Secret Garden:
(Photo: c. Pamela J. Leavey 2011 @ the Secret Garden in Newburyport, MA)
June 11, 2011
In the Secret Garden…
(Photo: c. Pamela J. Leavey 2011 @ the Secret Garden in Newburyport, MA)
June 1, 2011
The Newburyport, MA area has been under a tornado watch since this afternoon and the watch has now been extended to 11:00 pm. Just a few hours ago a huge tornado hit Springfield, MA. NBC News reports:
Tornados are so rare in this area. I’m hoping they pass us by, right now we’re under a severe thunderstorm warning…
May 3, 2011
“Being is the practice of gratitude and compassion. I am alive only in the degree that I am moved by the tidal rhythm of receiving and giving. I am a gossamer curtain hanging in a window separating time and eternity, blowing back and forth in the everlasting breeze.” ~~ Sam Keen: Hymns To An Unknown God
(Photo: Plum Island Center, December 2010 ~ © Pamela J. Leavey)