My Yarden, My Eden

In my Yarden of Eden, there be no rush. . . just time to nap by the camelia bush. . .

Bugs, bee’s and birds are welcome. . . May they be friend or foe. . . If you hold quiet. . . You’ll hear the flowers grow!

Maybe you don’t want to smile, but your soul certainly will. . .

In my Yarden, my Eden. . .where time stays still.