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May 20

I am here still

Well I am still a warrior i am looking after the aged in ahome and love being with them every thing is ok

want be long and I will be with stan miss him so much thanks for visiting and be back here later hugs susan

September 29

september goes

Look

I am a warrior

I will fight for what I want,

to protect and keep safe

those that can not do so them selves

Joan of Arc is my saint

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August 20

Wind I dont like the wind but the other morning as the moon slipped away and the sun broke through the clouded morning sky, I went out side and stood and gave my thanks to the wind I know we need it and it does good at times and while praying

a thougth came to me to write a story about a butterfly and a leaf so that is what i am doing when i do it will add it here you need to be inspired at times and the wind inspired me to write this story

The leaves lay in a pile underneath the tree until the wind came along, he wanted something to do so he blew extra hard and stirred the leaves causing them to fly around in the sky.

July 20

My garden

Hello

enjoy your walk in my garden of peace.

Butterfly Whispers

Pretty Monarch butterfly in the sunny sky
Zig zagging to and fro as you fly
Where will the breeze carry you this day?
To a flower laden land so far away?

You've brightened my day in your passing
With colors of black and orange quite dashing!
God's handiwork is evident in your design
Just as it is present in all of mankind.

Let me take notice of God's artistry
Found in all nature it's no mystery
God made the Monarch for you and me
To whisper "I love you" unconditionally!

Thank you, Lord for showing us how much you care
Through the delicate butterflies that float through the air
We'll float away like that butterfly someday
And spend eternity with You in our Home far away!

Jane Hauck

July 05

I believe

I believe in you

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April 18

The Rare Butterfly

Rarest Butterfly

This is called a Glass Wing Butterfly,

and is found mostly in South America.
A butterfly with transparent wings is quite rare.

What beautiful wonders we have in

our world

imagine being able to have this

beautiful

little thing to sit on your finger

I hope you enjoyed walking in Red Butterflies garden of peace

remember in life as we walk

through the garden

we see

beautiful flowers and feel joy

when we see

a weed

its not always what we expect

so dont pluck it out wait see what becomes of it and you will find that

weeds can be flowers also and butterflies love them

March 27

Beautiful gardens make our world

What beautiful gardens are around I will add some wonderful gardens that would be great to visit and I am sure there would be butterflies in these gardens.

Welcome to the world’s premier horticultural display garden. Longwood Gardens was created by industrialist Pierre S. du Pont (and is sometimes referred to as the DuPont Gardens) and offers 1,050 acres (425 hectares) of gardens, woodlands, and meadows; 20 outdoor gardens; 20 indoor gardens within 4 acres (1.6 hectares) of heated greenhouses; 11,000 different types of plants; spectacular fountains; extensive educational programs including horticultural career training and internships; and 800 horticultural and performing arts events each year, from flower shows, gardening demonstrations, courses, and children’s programs to concerts, organ and carillon recitals, musical theatre, and fireworks displays. Longwood is open every day of the year and attracts more than 900,000 visitors annually.

You never know what you may find in a garden so go look and enjoy.

March 21

HELLO

Hi everyone

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March 09

Not here much

Sorry not here much but i do try and keep the garden weed free and pretty so please visit with me and enjoy your stay

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February 17

My Birthday yes it is

thats when i remembered that here in Australia it

and i remembered that is was

My Birthday oh no i thought I feel old

so i took this advice

so in stead of feeling like this old angel

I better look like this

Its Birthday

So Im inviting all my friends and new friends to come to Reds garden so they can celebrate this day

so give me lots of

even if i try to escape hold me tight

yes i will be doing a lot of that today if you hug me kiss me

for coming

A gift from my lovely friend thank you so much

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February 11

Valentine Wishes

Happy Valentines Day

To all my friends

that walk in Red Butterflies Garden

There is a a love

so true

my heart belongs to

you

with out your love

my garden would not bloom

my flowers would fade

and my wings would

disintergrate

January 29

from My friend Vabys Thank you its beautiful

Write

text

here

January 17

To be one by Joyce Anthony


	To Be One . . . I yearn to be part of the life force that surrounds me---the energy that adds life to the wind, to the ocean waves. To be a part of the lightning--feel its power as energy becomes my very essence. To feel the exhilaration as I fly through the night sky, beautiful, my light so bright it turns the darkness to day. Drawing power from the life around me---yet untouchable. I cannot be destroyed. Chains cannot hold me. I fly free--pure energy, pure light. I long for the passion of being one with the ocean waves. To feel myself crashing against the shore--and retreating unharmed, the power building with each rhythmic thrust. I am the life force of so many. I know the daily miracle of the dolphin’s caress as it glides through me---one with me. The depths I reach remain forever a mystery--unreachable by all. Oh, to know the pure ecstasy of being one with the wind. Flying free--nothing can hold me yet I touch everything. To rage in wild abandon, leaving the mighty oak flat upon my retreat--yet gentle enough to kiss away the tears of the forgotten. To be the reason the mighty eagle soars--my gentle hands holding him high. I and the Universe . . . One. Joyce Anthony !

the table by martin it so pretty thanks martin

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the poem i have in the tabe you can not see all that well and i think it was nice by Joyce Anthony

To Be One . . .

I yearn to be part of the life force that surrounds me---the energy that adds life to the wind, to the ocean waves. To be a part of the lightning--feel its power as energy becomes my very essence. To feel the exhilaration as I fly through the night sky, beautiful, my light so bright it turns the darkness to day. Drawing power from the life around me---yet untouchable. I cannot be destroyed. Chains cannot hold me. I fly free--pure energy, pure light.

I long for the passion of being one with the ocean waves. To feel myself crashing against the shore--and retreating unharmed, the power building with each rhythmic thrust. I am the life force of so many. I know the daily miracle of the dolphin’s caress as it glides through me---one with me. The depths I reach remain forever a mystery--unreachable by all.

Oh, to know the pure ecstasy of being one with the wind. Flying free--nothing can hold me yet I touch everything. To rage in wild abandon, leaving the mighty oak flat upon my retreat--yet gentle enough to kiss away the tears of the forgotten. To be the reason the mighty eagle soars--my gentle hands holding him high.

I and the Universe . . . One.

Joyce Anthony

January 13

When I Die (poem

When I die

Don't cry for tears fall

Hearts hurts

Don't cry

For when I die

Think of it as if I'm Butterfly

Flying away

To leave the cold

for warmer lands

We will meet again

One day

When summer comes again.

(C) written by red butterfly

January 11

Butterflies


.	Butterflies Butterflies go fluttering by On colored wings that catch the eye. On wings of orange, and silvery blue, On wings of golden yellow, too. Butterflies float in the air, Making their homes most anywhere: The rainforest, field, and prairie land, On mountaintops, and desert sand. If winter brings the cold and snow, To warmer climates, off they go! Returning home the following spring, Beautiful butterflies on the wing! Author Unknown Text here!

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To a Butterfly By Will wordsworth


.	To A Butterfly By William Wordsworth I'VE watched you now a full half-hour, Self-poised upon that yellow flower; And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless!---not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again ! This plot of orchard-ground is ours; My trees they are, my Sister's flowers; Here rest your wing when they are weary; Here lodge as in a sanctuary! Come often to us, fear no wrong; Sit near us on the bough! We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days, when we were young; Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now. !