Category Archives: Notes
1448. Flowers rewrite soil, water, and sunshine into petal’d poetry. ~Terri Guillemets
Flowers have spoken to me
more
than I can tell in written words.
They are the hieroglyphics of angels,
loved by all men
for
the beauty of their character,
though few can decipher even
fragments of their meaning.
~Lydia M. Child
In July and August when week after week it’s beyond insanely hot, when day after day it’s miserably humid, when weeds grow higher and faster than grass, when hordes of mosquitos and armies of flies launch endless assaults, and the flowers of spring have long been gone, I begin to entertain the idea that it might just better to hire someone to come with a bulldozer and level my flower beds.
This has become an even more freqent a consideration as I’ve aged and found it harder and harder physically to manage it all. But then a day or days come in the spring when I get up and migrate to my chair that looks out at a large portion of our yard, and I see through our oversized glass patio doors why I not only created my garden but also why I absolutely cannot part with it.
The millefleurs patterns of flowers and leaves are reminiscent of old tapestries and antique porcelain which take my breath away and transport me back to times long and forever gone. Moreover it numbs the madness of world and the trials that come as I remember poets of old, books like THE SECRET GARDEN, and the flower-lined streets and alleys of my childhood. It is my haven, my sanctuary, my sacred space, and in and of it my soul feeds and my spirit takes flight. These photos I took through the glass doors do not do it justice, but perhaps you too can get a sense of its glory.
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. ~Song of Songs 2:12 ✝
A friend who understands your tears . . .
A friend who understands your tears
is much more valuable than a lot of friends
who only know your smile.
~
Photo: #RedSquirrel
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The invisible contours of what you love
A walk on the wild side Wordless Wednesday…
**All wildflower photos taken in Texas by Natalie
Poetry
The Hummingbird . . . Aflame with nectared wine.
Feathered fire of emerald .
Aflashing through the air,
Its throat a glowing jewel,
A ruby solitaire.
Intrepid wings are whirring
In airy, fairy flight,
Careening through the sunshine,
A scintillating sprite.
Then pendant o’er flower
It dips its dainty hill
And gathers honeyed nectar
From flowery cup and frill.
Now darting, swiftly turning,
It seeks the trumpet vine,
A little tropic jewel
Aflame with nectared wine.
-CORA L. CONE
Art Jody Bergsma
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I bless you with the Love of God
I bless you with the
Love of God
which I would share
with you for that I would
learn the joyous lesson
that there is no love but
God’s and your’s and mine
and everyone’s
~~~~~
From A Course in Miracles
via Marianne Williamson
I found this prayer so helpful I wanted to share it with you.
Instead of trying to let things go I give them to God and it frees me up to do whatever it is I’m here to do. Amen
My garden…
Many of you have asked that I show you pictures of my yard, but since our house is on a fairly large lot, the flowerbeds are scattered here, there, and everywhere. So it’s really hard to get all of them in in only one or two photos. Thus all I can offer are some photos of portions of it to try to give you who expressed an interest in it an idea of my happy place. Several shots are actually taken of some of the same sections of the yard, but they were taken on different days and/or at different times of the year.
This was once a view from my porch outside Natalieworld as I looked back at the northeast corner of the yard.
Part of this is the same area as above but it included more of what ran further along the back fence.
This was a view one day from the back of the yard looking up at Natalieworld as well as the north entrance from the front yard. 
This was a view one morning from my chair in the house which over looks the porch area of Natalieworld.
Another view from my chair as I looked out across the patio.
This was an early springtime view from the house overlooking the back of the yard on the north side.
If you’d entered the backyard on the northside of the house that summer, you’d have seen this bed which runs eastward along our neighbor’s north fence.
If you’d entered the yard from the south gate on that very early spring day,
you’d have seen James lounge chair on the not yet fully greened grass,
my rocking chair, the French doors that lead into Natalieworld,
and the rose adorned arch over my little porch
as well as the beds along and behind that addition to the house.
This and the one below weres views from my rocking chair as I looked towards the back of our yard one day.
If you had entered the yard through the south gate that July,
below would have been the view as you looked
back towards the shed and back gate.
That’s all for now folks, I’m sorry that I couldn’t find any photos of the front flower beds or the ones along either side of the house. But as they are long, narrow beds, it’s hard to get good angles of those.
All is a miracle.
All is a miracle.
The stupendous order of nature
the revolution of a hundred millions of worlds
around a million of stars
the activity of light
the life of all animals
all are grand and perpetual miracles.
– Francois Voltaire
Text & image credit: The birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees
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Sacred Touches 