Prince Snow Farm


I love you too.

I really think my garden is trying to tell me something….because every time I am even remotely close, I hear a whispering.

As I head down the hill and across 
the field to the garden, I first start to hear it.

It is muffled at first…a distant crowd murmuring a secret message.

My pace quickens….worn Muck boots striding forward with sudden eagerness.

The distant murmur intensifies as I reach the twisted bittersweet fence surrounding the raised beds.

Wordless voices shouting, then screaming...

A sensory overdose of color and aroma surrounds me.

Nature, and all of its glory echoes from the woods, encircling me in a funnel of pure joy.

This is my place.

A place where time stops and dreams become purposeful.

A place where the universe speaks in tongues...

...and I whisper back…."I love you too".


  1. What a beautiful post....Balisha

  2. So lovely, the language of gardens and gardeners...

  3. I L O V E T H I S.

    Nature speaks, but most don't listen. Nature lives, but many kill it. If only we listened more, we'd hear those words....I LOVE YOU.

    Dearest Monica, enjoy a BRILLIANT FALL as your part of the country unfolds such grace and beauty! Thank you for visiting sweet friend! Anita

  4. Oh Moni, I just LOVE this post so much! Such lovely pics too! You are a true poet. xo Jen

  5. beautiful as always....
    Love, Mona

  6. Gorgeous flowers!

    My favorite photo is #5 because I love the arbor strung with lights.

  7. I'm in agreement with you - you simply must listen to and appreciate the flowers that bloom for you.
    ((hugs)), Teresa :-)


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