This is one of the best years I've had for flowers in my garden. My patients walk between the beds between appointments and one commented that it was good to have flowers to remind us of the goodness in life when the world news is so awful. I agreed. A small group of us of different faiths prayed together in my garden that there could be more joy and peace in the world.
My flower garden is a lovely refuge of peace!
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katw_03
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Thank you Hallarian for your meaningful post. 
I have a Joesph's Coat rosebush I planted
earlier this year. Today I noticed a single, tiny
bud on it! It is going to be yellow. I have been
saddened all day of the fate of Paul Johnson.
Thank you for reminding me of the beauty in the world
I have a Joesph's Coat rosebush I planted
earlier this year. Today I noticed a single, tiny
bud on it! It is going to be yellow.
I have beensaddened all day of the fate of Paul Johnson.
Thank you for reminding me of the beauty in the world
I too was horrified by his death!
I think it was one of the things that drove my patients and I to my garden to remind us of our many blessings in the face of the awfulness. I've witnessed beheadings by the Chinese Army of Liberation . Whether single mercifully fast by saber or the the terrible hacking it's a terrible death. We must do what we can to balance out the terrible with the good. Like a letter from a friend who distributed fresh made bread to some very hungry people. I cried as I read her report. I could almost smell that lovely bread. It's one of my favorite smells as much as roses. lilacs, and such. We must all paray things will get better. I try constantly not to hate such brutality. Only humans of all the creator"s creatures can do such.
kat_whit said:Thank you Hallarian for your meaningful post.
I have a Joesph's Coat rosebush I planted
earlier this year. Today I noticed a single, tiny
bud on it! It is going to be yellow.
saddened all day of the fate of Paul Johnson.
Thank you for reminding me of the beauty in the world
I think it was one of the things that drove my patients and I to my garden to remind us of our many blessings in the face of the awfulness. I've witnessed beheadings by the Chinese Army of Liberation . Whether single mercifully fast by saber or the the terrible hacking it's a terrible death. We must do what we can to balance out the terrible with the good. Like a letter from a friend who distributed fresh made bread to some very hungry people. I cried as I read her report. I could almost smell that lovely bread. It's one of my favorite smells as much as roses. lilacs, and such. We must all paray things will get better. I try constantly not to hate such brutality. Only humans of all the creator"s creatures can do such.
Now that I have a balcony, I'm hoping to create a little garden in it, a place where I can go and sit and be quiet (despite the ambient noise of the city) and have something pretty to look at.
Once, when I was young and living at home with my parents, I had a small patch in the backyard that was "my" garden, where I planted bachelor's buttons and zinnias (it also had a couple of trilliums that we'd nicked from the side of the road on Highway 69. Actually, it's illegal to pick trilliums; so we dug them up whole and entire with their roots, including one very rare red one. Highway 69 was being widened, and so they were doomed, anyhow). I was so pleased that I had this little patch, that was just mine. The rest of the backyard was given over to my dad's vegetables. That tiny little backyard yielded more tomatoes and green beans than we could handle, and we ended up giving a lot of the vegetables away. My dad's a dab hand at gardening, and it's only been a few years since he stopped growing tomatoes (which on the foggy Nova Scotia coast, is quite a feat), and that's when I knew he was slowing down.
I haven't had a garden since (houseplants don't count, for me). A garden is a refuge, a place to go when you need to be reminded God exists.
Once, when I was young and living at home with my parents, I had a small patch in the backyard that was "my" garden, where I planted bachelor's buttons and zinnias (it also had a couple of trilliums that we'd nicked from the side of the road on Highway 69. Actually, it's illegal to pick trilliums; so we dug them up whole and entire with their roots, including one very rare red one. Highway 69 was being widened, and so they were doomed, anyhow). I was so pleased that I had this little patch, that was just mine. The rest of the backyard was given over to my dad's vegetables. That tiny little backyard yielded more tomatoes and green beans than we could handle, and we ended up giving a lot of the vegetables away. My dad's a dab hand at gardening, and it's only been a few years since he stopped growing tomatoes (which on the foggy Nova Scotia coast, is quite a feat), and that's when I knew he was slowing down.
I haven't had a garden since (houseplants don't count, for me). A garden is a refuge, a place to go when you need to be reminded God exists.
Amos Stevens
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Glad to hear about your garden Hallarian...I have a nice cactus garden here-artificial because you know cactus will die if you water them too much :O
