When my sister Annie died, angels took on new meaning for me. If there are really angels, and I truly hope there are, then I know I have a little sister angel somewhere, everywhere.
I always had angels in my gardens. Now I have more angels in my gardens.
When my sister Annie died, setting suns, snowfalls, and singing birds took on new meaning.
I always had birds singing in my gardens, but now I hear their songs more clearly.
I don’t know why.
I look and I listen and I seek and I hope. For what, I really don’t know.
Maybe just an angel in my garden.
Christine M. Grote 
Awesome!
Thanks, LeRoy.
An angel in the garden is a lovely image to hold in the heart.
It is, isn’t it. I imagine you understand how it feels.
May angles continue to be a part of your life, today and always.
Thanks, Joss.
Angel Annie is smiling down on you, shining her special radiant smile and keeping you safe. A tender post.
I feel it sometimes.
What sweet photos, Christine. Hope you had a lovely Mother’s Day.
Hugs,
Kathy
I did. Thank you, Kathy.
So pretty, Christine. Obviously you have a lot of time invested in your gardens.
Yes. We spend a lot of time out there, primarily because of the ivy we have to fight against.
Beautiful photos, Christine!
Thanks, Julia.
Beautiful pics!
I suspect the birds like the look of the garden….
They certainly like the soil we’ve turned over and loosened the worms in.