Plant Your Own Garden

‘Comes the Dawn’ by Veronica Shoffstal, is too beautiful to not share:

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes opened with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today, because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure…That you really are strong, and you really do have worth. And you learn and learn… with every goodbye you learn.——-‘Comes the Dawn’ By Veronica Shoffstall, 1971

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Hello my dear friends, visitors and followers, The above poem is too beautiful to not  share…and As you know I have a garden and I love, love LOVE working in my garden, I enjoy maintaining it and I really love watching things grow. It occurred to me today that it is the watching things grow that make me gigly googly over the whole garden experience.

My friend Lisa shared with me that she loved flowers and she got tired of getting mad at her husband for not bringing home bouquets for celebrations or as a symbol of his love. Her first solution was to head for the nearest Dominick’s or Jewel’s and buy herself a bunch until her mother said, “If you want flowers plant flowers. That goes for your life as well as your back yard.”

My friend Rhonda owns a house cleaning service. She shared with me that those who plant their gardens and participate in designing and implementing their own landscaping take better care of their outside than those who moved into a house and the garden was already in place. That observation is food for thought: one takes better care of what they planted than what they inherited or was given. Hmmmmm

Thank you for stopping by and you are always welcomed to leave a comment or share your thoughts.Tomorrow we will have a guest. Be Blessed!         E




  1. I love this and really relate. I used to help my Nan with her garden when I was a kid, and it was such a blessed time for us. I’d like to get more into gardening now – it’s like I lose time when I do it, there’s such a wondrous, timeless thing about it. Anyway, great poem and love your share. ❤


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