The Garden at Dusk
In the cool of a garden
when evening draws in
Serenity waits where the shadows begin.
In the fragrance of dusk and the murmur of clover
The cares that we carry pass peacefully over.
Flowers in the fullness shed blessing about
and the turmoil of living fades quietly out.
Hope glimmers through with the evening star
And anxieties shrink to the size that they are.
(poetry by Joyce Grenfell)
I found this metal bird cage a local antique shop.
It's rather large and heavy, so I wasn't sure where to put it so for now, I have it in my courtyard.
I placed the metal patina bell chime inside.
Hope you are enjoying the weekend!