Tales of the Garden These tales are my understanding of events, of people I know and have come to care deeply about, and about the truths of life as I understand it. I take full accountability for the tales as told - but must acknowledge that I am merely the recorder, these are the lives of real people - and the unfolding of real events. I have ( and will likely continue to) turned to others to verify information, to add detail, or to find reasons and I am grateful to them for their help. In the first tale i introduced the plant, a dear friend who I count as not only a very dear friend but in so many ways a guide and mentor. He also is first to see the tales and be asked for feedback, and without his support I likely would never have penned the tales or found the courage to develop these pages on the web. If you find pleasure in these tales or any of these pages then know they are here because he cared enough to encourage me. Silver Dawn - Candace THE GARDEN ANGEL In the corner of the garden in the quiet of the soft place of solitude where the weary soul can find rest the restless soul can find peace and the sad soul can find joy dwells the garden angel. One cloudy day while resting there I asked how did an angel come to here reside? “I came to be here to share times when you are happy, to watch over you in times of trial and protect you in times of trouble. Your heavenly father did not intend you should face difficulties alone or lack someone to share either large or small joys. I keep this place, that it may always be a shelter, that it may always be calm and beautiful, and that you may never have to face this world alone.” © Candace After you read a tale please use "Back" button to return to this index The Plant The Tree The Bluebird The Halfling The Pixie The Hummingbird The Sapling The Storm The Butterfly The White Owl The Dove A Garden Christmas The Path Not Taken *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

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