Remember how I like gardens? Here is a look at my aunt’s garden.
Remember how I like gardens? Here is a look at my aunt’s garden.
California Poppies or not? Whatever they are, we likes them!
Oma bought me this book several years ago and I just LOVE the word pictures. It has become a favorite book that I re-read a few times every year, and Oma’s garden sometimes makes me remember the book even more.
Such flowers they were! – larger and fuller than any on earth, as if they themselves were the reality and those I had formerly loved were but their shadows. Not a petal or leaf showed speck of brown or wilt. Every inch of every plant was radiantly alive, as if they would continue to grow larger and more abundant of life the more one drank in their beauty. Decay did not appear among the characteristics of this place.
This strange land possessed a vague familiarity, as of a homeland infinitely distant in forgotten childhood, now suddenly remembered as the place one was always meant to live.
Your bride, my king,
has inward beauty,
and her wedding gown is woven
with threads of gold.
Wearing the finest garments,
she is brought to you,
followed by her young friends,
the bridesmaids.
Lord, you are great and powerful.
Glory, majesty and beauty belong to you.
Everything in heaven and on earth belongs to you.
Lord, the kingdom belongs to you.
You are honored as the One who rules over all.
1 Chronicles 29:11 NIRV
Little girls and boys come out to play
Bring your dandelions to blow away
Dandelion don’t tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion, blow away dandelion
Dandelion by Rollings Stones
“Oh, Trees, Trees, Trees,” said Lucy (although she had not been intending to speak at all). “Oh, Trees, wake, wake, wake. Don’t you remember it? Don’t you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come out, come out to me.”
Though there was not a breath of wind they stirred all about her. The rustling noise of the leaves was almost like words. The nightingale stopped singing as if to listen to it.
~ C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian