I may not be able to take the trees planted throughout the garden to my next blank canvas, but I will be taking this lovely green glazed pot.  I love to run my hands across the cool smooth surface knocking off spider threads and lingering bits of dirt and leaf splattered by recent rain. I don’t know how you gage the effects of getting older, but the last time I tipped this pot to drain the water that had collected, it was much heaver than the day I bought it on sale in The Plains, Va. while visiting Linda Hostetler’s amazing garden. (See my #atozchallege post for the letter H) What comforts me is knowing I will feature this garden ornament once again in my next design. The words of this beautiful poem by @Tracy Moore feel as if they were written to help me get to the other side of moving on……until I can drift continently once again. Visit Tracey: http://pullupatoadstool.blogspot.co.uk

Tides of Change

All things come to a conclusion of sorts

Some a graceful movement into the next chapter

Others a bittersweet mix of painful goodbye

Followed by a welcome better by far

Life’s constant shifting is as promised

As the ebb and flow of the tides

We can’t but ride upon the waves

Monumental resistance cannot tame its pull

Nor even slow its current at all

Will we foolishly fight the torrents

Or drift contentedly in the moonlight?