Sherbet is feeling blissful

 Ah how lovely to be back at Clover Cottage with my daffodils.
I must tell you that the weather is truly glorious. The sky is blue, blue, blue. I can see no clouds anywhere and the sun is so hot that my ear tops are getting pink .
 This morning I sat outside in my wonderful garden and I closed my eyes and meditated.
 How blissful it was. Truly, truly blissful.  I sat there in the peace of my garden , the birds were tweeting in the trees and the sun was shining down on my face, keeping me lovely and warm.
 Ah, how blessed I am,   I wish everyone in the whole wide world could sit here with me in my garden and feel this bliss and this  peace too.   Love from Sherbetx

Sherbet Sheep tells one of his favourite poems

I want to tell you one of my favourite little poems. It is about a garden as you may have guessed. I love to recite it especially when I am happily working in my garden or just relaxing in my chair after a worthwhile day's work. Here it is.

    

      THE KISS OF THE SUN FOR PARDON
    THE SONG OF THE BIRDS FOR MIRTH
    ONE IS NEARER TO GOD'S HEART
    IN A GARDEN
    THAN ANYWHERE ELSE ON EARTH

Isn't that just wonderful!  I really do feel that when I am in my garden I am in a blissful place. It gives me so much joy and peace and contentment. I know that my dear friends Pearl, Doodle and Mango agree with me too.