‘Flowers’
They Are Simply Amazing…IMO
As previously mentioned, yesterday was a good day…and today was too.
I was/am so grateful for each and every message, text, phone call, note, piece of cake, piece of chocolate, gift and bouquet of flowers.
It is all special and made my days in so many ways.
Thank you to everyone and it will take me a bit to get back to each one of your notes personally. Thanks for understanding!
Looking at the bright and beautiful colours of the many floral species that now grace my counter and table tops, each kind has an amazing shade, shape and scent.
- “Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” — Ralph Waldo Emmerson
- “Take time to smell the roses.” — Proverb
- “If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.” — Therese of Lisieux
Those are just a few quotes about the marvelousness of flowers. They freshen the air around us, brighten our spirits, are mysterious plants and hold meaning of inspiring symbolism.
In the bouquets I received there are roses, lilies, gerbera daisies, regular daisies, chrysanthemums, random greenery and little purple things though I’m not sure what they are called. Light pink, white, shades of green, a bit of yellow, mauve, magenta and red are the colours that have added a pop to my kitchen and living room.
I’m not overly familiar with plants or how to take care of or grow them, though Luke and I did have a little hothouse going this year and I’ve yet to unintentionally kill my aloe that I got a few years back.
I love plants and flowers though and my childhood dream was to have a house with an indoor stream, plants everywhere and a pool with a waterfall and rock-looking decor.
One day…
In that array of greenery in my house with the indoor/outdoor pool, rock slide and secret room, there would be my most favourite flower the hibiscus, roses, lily of the valley, tiger lilies, orchids, birds of paradise, lavender and other medicinal variations.
The seeds of flowers all start little and usually brown and nothing like the final bloom. Taking even a quick moment to consider the magnificent brillance and wonder of flowers, it’s easy to spot God’s hand in creation.
So when the snow melts and it’s not -20…I’ll be stopping to smell the roses.
-Becky
