Pink Saturday

Welcome to pink Saturday with our lovely hostess Beverly. To visit Beverly or a list of other Pink Saturday followers, click on Beverly's lovely image. Beverly's challenge was to visit a blog, you have never visited before, and tell about them, mine was a wonderful blog http://bellamella-melanie.blogspot.com/ her name is Melanie, and her son is sick, read her story search your heart, click her link and pray for her. She is wonderful. Blessings Happy Pink Saturday.

Into the Garden
It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place anyone could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were so thick they were matted together.... All the ground was covered with grass of wintry brown, and out of it grew clumps of bushes which were surely rose-bushes that they were like little trees.

There were other trees in the garden, and one of the things which made the place look strangest and loveliest was that climbing roses had run all over them and swung down long tendrils which made light swaying curtains, and here and there they had caught at each other or at a far-reaching branch had crept from one tree to another and made lovely bridges of themselves. There were neither leaves nor roses on them now, and Mary did not know whether they were dead or alive, but their thin grey or brown branches and sprays looked like a sort of hazy mantle spreading over everything, walls, and tress and even brown grass where they and fallen from their fastenings and run along the ground.

It was this hazy tangle from tree to tree which made it all look so mysterious. Mary had thought it must be different from other gardens which had not been left all by themselves so long; and indeed it was different from and other place she had ever seen in her life.
"How still it is! "How still."
(From the Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett).

Thank you everyone for joining me on pink Saturday with a page from the beautiful Secret Garden. Blessing to ya'll.

We live by faith, not by sight.

2 Corinthians 5:7