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This poem was written by our very own quite_contrary for our 100th board celebration
Ninety-nine archives have gone before
Each and every one has opened a door
Time when stress was at its worst.
A door of wisdom unlocked first
Mother, daughter, caregiver, wife
How do I handle this busy life?
Gently admonished,
kindly advised
Take time for yourself I realized
Next many friendships I formed
From all of you many lessons I
learned
You taught me to care and for others to pray
To laugh and to share some of my troubles away
From cold
northern places and warm southern clime
From East Coast to West dear friendships sublime
Reaching out, holding on,
women so kind
Though an ocean apart a twin I did find
Tim Tams and time zones, grand kids and news
Computer tips,
weather and even the blues
From Chocolate to Celsius many subjects we chewed
With wit, charm and humor each day Im
renewed
How thankful I am for the doors that have opened
Things I have learned and friendships that deepened
May
the next 99 archives to each of you bring
Joy, happiness, love and a reason to sing.
~Mary Mary~
 Penned by our very own maryl4.....
The Special Garden
If you are lonely, or just feeling blue,
I know of a spot made especially for you.
It's a virtual garden, not the
usual kind,
A place to relax and find peace for your mind.
This garden doesn't grow in the usual way,
But is nurtured
with love, ideas, and play.
Each flower is different, it's name quite unique,
And it's the beauty of others they so
frequently seek.
No gardener is needed to tend this bright spot,
Not sunlight, or water, or bright garden pots.
These
flowers, they thrive in their own special way,
And rely on each other to nurture their way.
No blight can destroy the
bright blooms that are there,
But ladybug chatter frequently fills up the air.
This magical garden is special you see,
For
it's full of contentment and love meant to be.
Dedicated with love to the most wonderful, gracious, caring ladies I know. ~ Marysunshine ~
 At times some of us have referred to winding our way "up" the board as climbing the trellis
of the Friendship Garden. Our Ontario Ladybug, Joyjan, penned these sentiments based on that thought.
Trellis - an intertwined network made from a variety of materials that holds and supports living, growing things.
How fitting that you've coined the word "trellis" to describe our messages and threads as they move upward and outward
through our garden. Sometimes a few leaves or blossoms drop off after a time but the "show" from the "remember when" time
is locked in the beauty of the blossoms. At times, visitors drop by, cling for a short moment to the vines, visit the blossoms,
then move on forever changed, at least a little, from the garden's magic.
The trellis provides a strong support network for all who alight. The leaves and vines offer temporary hiding places for
those bugs who need a little tranquil time or solitude to regroup. It provides gentle, constant hugs to every visitor and
resident. And the blossoms - ahh the blossoms - add the beauty, brilliance and sense of wonder that fills our souls. The Garden's
trellis, with the added strength of the vines, supports those glorious blossoms through every kind of weather, fair and foul,
and helps keep them whole in mind and body.
My thoughts ........ Bless you all.
 This poem was written by our quite_contrary in honor of our fall 2005 Ladybug Gathering
in Saugatuck, MI.
Off to Michigan we did go, six Ladybugs and one Bumblebee
Kathy, Katie and Kathey with an E, Donna, Francine BB and
me
We came from near and we came from far
Some came by plane and some came by car.
Tears in our eyes we greeted each other with wings all aflutter
“So good to see you” we were all happy
to utter
Four beautiful days to enjoy friendships and frolic and also much fun
To shop and to dine, and take in all
the sites before we are done.
A jewel near the water, Saugatuck glistens on Michigan’s shore
Beautiful sunrise to golden sunset we could
not ask for more.
Pretty streets to learn the true meaning of “Shop till you drop”
Fine dining and wines,
ice cream too till our bellies could pop
From the steps of Mount Baldhead to the Kalamazoo
Beauty abounds and we found fun things to do
Walks on the beach
in soft sugar sand or just soak up the sun
Then the most beautiful sunset before our day is done
Too soon our time comes to an end just like this poem
Ladybugs all and one Bumblebee must fly away home
It’s
not about the places you go or the things that you do
It’s about being with friends both old and new
~MM~
This is a post from our March 19,2007 board. It is from Jenni (one of our lovely Australian
Ladybugs). I have included the entire post as it says what so many of us think and a fantastic poem as well!
I found this poem in a scottish magazine called 'The Peoples' Friend', it's sort of trite I guess, but to me it epitomises
what I see as the strength within the Friendship Garden:
Shine
Be a candle in the dark,
Shine where there is sadness,
Find a star to guide your steps,
Fill
your world with gladness.
Smile when someone needs a friend,
Show them love and caring,
Hope is such a special word,
One
that's made for sharing.
Be a lighthouse in a storm,
Spreading joy and laughter,
Though dark clouds may fill the sky,
Rainbows follow
after.
Be a beacon in the dark,
Soothe the hurt and hating,
Share your love and light and life.....
This old world
is waiting!
~ Iris Hesseldon
I do hope that you like it also
Big hugs
Jenni
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