Temporary Delights

The eternal feeling of warm lazy Sundays in June The gift of a chair in the shade of the draping Willow on a hot August afternoon. To enjoy the gardens’ giving glory is like heaven sent to earth. The succulent juiciness speaks of temperate days all gold. There are reasons why it is said that your peachy complexion blushes with sweetness. That a roses’ dewy promise holds love in its’ hand. Buds overflowing with beauty found in abundance over the untrimmed arbor. We lease your essence by the hour after your birth. For you are gone too quickly from our hungry grasp. No lasting possession do we have of your glorious bounty. Only the taste of the peach and the smell of the rose