Look up to the sky! Cherry blossoms, en masse. Isn't nature amazing? I have come to look at this symbolic flower as a renewal of sorts, you cannot have spring here without them. There are celebrations, in their honor, festivals are held without fail, cherry blossoms or not, and there have always been picnics under the sun, with blankets spread out. All because the cherry trees have bloomed. What a responsibility it is, especially with our weather all mixed up. Hot one day, cold the next. The poor buds didn't know what to do. What better way to document my day than to walk through life? What will you do while you are patiently waiting for your turn to bloom?
The beauty of nature is ever-changing...It is like having an unfinished symphony inside our hearts. Every moment inspired by this kind of beauty completes another bar of the music.
Doing the Magnolia Waltz. It is one that I am familiar with. They have lived in this garden forever and a day. It was here when I moved into this house and it has become one of my favorite flowering trees. I know I am in love with the concept of forever flowers. They seem to grow with me. Do you have magnolias where you live?
“As you sow, so shall you reap” Do you have a garden? While a garden is lovely, maintaining it is hard work, but honestly, it is part of the package. Any garden is an ongoing project, much like life. It's not enough to just plant a single seed of happiness and then forget about it. It is to our benefit to pull out and throw away that, which chokes out our beautiful garden of life.
In the place just right,
We will be in the valley
Of Love and Delight
Do your dogwoods bark? The petals of my soul burst forth in bloom, for there is no other meaning to a flower than to show its sunshine. Flowers. Always. To color my world. #alwaysaflower. Flowers really do intoxicate me - Vita Sackville-West
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces, and start all over again. And again.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
William Blake