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Butterflies flit around my face

morning does not stay

minutes turns to hours

as I duel with weeds and play.

I go out front and gasp

stock-still, in awe I stand

loving flowers of every hue

petals are caressed with hand.

Sun sets, splashing orange

and yellow across the sky

stunning, breathtaking

fiery colors fast-slipping by.

“Dear God, is this all just for me?”

“Child of nature, thumbs of green

butterfly whisperer, home garden queen,

send your pictures to Belinda’s eyes

and they will bless all who see.

by Jeanne Marie

You may notice a recurring theme in all my art, I hope that it is love.
I think we all love the idea of love and I tend to get carried away…
why shouldn’t I? Life is always so serious and I think for just a little
while I get lost with You, dreaming and that is just how it is
thank you for your inspiration!

Jeanne Marie has quite the garden and loves to take photos of her flowers. I think Angels live in her garden I do.