There is a line in a poem that goes something like this:
"You are closer to God in a garden, than anywhere else on earth..."
"You are closer to God in a garden, than anywhere else on earth..."
I think many gardeners would agree.
To observe the growth of a plant up close and personal, from it's humblest and seemingly insignificant beginnings:
a minute,and barely visible seed...
to a mass of bold and sturdy stems lined with shapely, finely veined leaves and buds waiting to burst into bloom, THIS is a quiet adventure to a gardener.
We are dazzled by 50 shades of green, pink, blue, yellow, red and white; starting at our feet and sometimes, towering over our heads.
What earthly artist could ever conceive of such colors?
Behold the humor,
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the intricacy,
the lush layers of seeming fragility,
The surprises
and the delicacy that is found in the garden.
Not only have we the boisterous beauty, variety and vibrancy of the petals and leaves and stems, we have the scent. How do you describe the scent of lavender... or the heady, lush sweetness of a rose?
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.Or the faint whiff of spice from an Iris?
I cannot, I am not a wordsmith or a poet, I only know that when I am surrounded by the LIFE in my garden, I am witness to a loving Creator, who provided ALL of it: for us.
Squeeze a leaf of Basil or Rosemary between your fingers and tell me
that the aroma pleasing your senses is merely an accident with no rhyme or purpose. I believe there is a purpose.
To observe the growth of a plant up close and personal, from it's humblest and seemingly insignificant beginnings:
a minute,and barely visible seed...
to a mass of bold and sturdy stems lined with shapely, finely veined leaves and buds waiting to burst into bloom, THIS is a quiet adventure to a gardener.
We are dazzled by 50 shades of green, pink, blue, yellow, red and white; starting at our feet and sometimes, towering over our heads.
Behold the humor,
.the intricacy,
the lush layers of seeming fragility,
The surprises
and the delicacy that is found in the garden.
Not only have we the boisterous beauty, variety and vibrancy of the petals and leaves and stems, we have the scent. How do you describe the scent of lavender... or the heady, lush sweetness of a rose?
I cannot, I am not a wordsmith or a poet, I only know that when I am surrounded by the LIFE in my garden, I am witness to a loving Creator, who provided ALL of it: for us.
Squeeze a leaf of Basil or Rosemary between your fingers and tell me
that the aroma pleasing your senses is merely an accident with no rhyme or purpose. I believe there is a purpose.
The Hollyhocks bloom, the flowers fade, but left behind another marvel begins to form:
shaped like tiny green donuts, seeds dry, and separate into dozens of little uniform pods...full of the promise of new life and a Garden of HOLLYHOCKS for next year,
when the cycle repeats itself.
when the cycle repeats itself.
I wish everyone had a garden.... it really makes you appreciate the wonders surrounding us.
As further evidence to all that is miraculous,
I present to you
This beautiful little rosebud of a baby...
Meet Ramona, daughter of Matthew and Ashley... and our new Grandbaby.
She is 6 months old now... and much more incredible than any flower in the garden.
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