Come and Set a Spell

I am aware that this is not grammatically correct,

but rather a down-home expression:

"Come on in and set a spell!"

While happily 

(OH. SO. HAPPILY.)

wandering through the botanical gardens, 

I noticed several strategically placed  benches and seats.

Tucked into arbors or near waterfalls and goldfish ponds,

these seats whisper, "Pause and relax."

These charming chairs were designed to look like butterflies

fluttering among daisies and the bluest of blue delphinium.

The "dinner plate dahlias"

(named appropriately for their size)

were just starting bloom in this peaceful spot.

 In back of the memorial chair

(the one like I'd like for my own someday)

sits a handcrafted bird feeder.
Its stationary bird perches as if ready to sing.

I tried out some of these appealing spots but life just has a way

of robbing us of languid time when we may do just this

and not mind the passing minutes.

Schedules rudely interrupt the quiet moments we have to sit

and simply breathe deeply surrounded by, not technology nor noise,

calm and beauty.  God's creative handiwork.

I can choose to return here in the next few weeks

when the long hours of sunlight add remarkable size and colors

to these spots.

And I plan to do just that!

Would you come with me and set a spell?