Parade of Flowers and Thoughts
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
Henry Ward Beecher
I don't think God forgot it - I think he meant for flowers to be an extension of yours and mine. Flowers restore my weary soul.
I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.
Tulip bulbs can be buried in autumn and forgotten through the winter. Yet they listen for natures voice to speak the true Easter Message: come out of the grave, look to heaven, and bloom with joy.
Nobody sees a flower — really — it is so small it takes time — we haven't time — and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.
The Flowering Quince requires one to stop and look closely to see
the intricate and delicate blossoms. It grows surrounded by thorns - but
the end result is a rare fruit, like a true friendship.
A bit of fragrance clings to the hand that gives flowers.
I love our Vibernum. It blooms longer if our spring weather stays cool and the sun lingers behind the promise of rain. The fragrance is soft and seductive. If I could weave it into a blanket, each of you would be wrapped in an intoxicating spell.
A Cat is a Lion in a jungle of small bushes.
The Contessa loves to prowl the flower beds with us.
Here, she is sampling the ornamental grasses; however the picture depicts a Lioness in mid roar. Or maybe she is just laughing her socks off. Like owner, like cat!