Earth with her thousand voices, praises God.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oh beautiful sweet scented roses
Unfurling after a rain,
At the first glimpse of overdue sunshine,
At the soft breathe of God on the wind.
Your petals, white as summer clouds,
With freckles of pink-pinpoint-pearled
You lift to dance and sing the praises
Of the artist who paints our world.
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Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.
A garden plot’s a healing spot.
I know the feel of sod
Was my mother’s way to say,
“I’ve touched a bit of God.”
June Masters Bacher
As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand
that it is the common everyday blessings
of our common everyday lives
for which we should be particularly grateful.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
In the Morning
By Elece Hollis
I meet God in the morning
when the dew is on the grass
When the sun has just come up
And a soft breeze trundles past.
I meet Him in the quiet spot
Beside the garden gate
While the birds come singing-winging,
He arrives; He’s never late.
I meet Him in the garden rows
He sends a butterfly to kiss
My shoulder or my hair, my face
A dew-new greeting I must not miss.
I meet Him as I kneel down
Plucking peas and pulling weeds
He meets me there and touches me.
With simple peace, He meets my needs.
I meet God in the morning
He goes with me through the day
I thank Him for the joy and love
He gifts me with along life’s way.
Have you noticed how many of the flowers and trees have heart-shaped leaves? Could it be that God is saying, “Hey there, somebody loves you!”
The quest for a simpler life is in itself
an infinite journey toward God.
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Musky bouquet of garden,
Smell of fresh-turned soil,
Fragrance of spring rain,
Whiff of orange and yellow butterflies,
Perfume of a gardener’s prayers,
Scent of sunshine,
Essence of heat.
Stop and smell a cantaloupe.
It is summer.
Preparing food for winter
Who believes in winter
When it’s so, so hot?
I do. We do.
We know God promised
Spring, summer, autumn, winter
To the end of time.
I heard fairy gardens are very popular this year. “What’s a fairy garden,” I asked?
They are, or so I hear,
large container gardens decorated with tiny lawn furniture and trinkets, small plants and vines,
As a place where the tiny creatures might like to hang out on summer nights. Being an essentially hospitable person, I decided to make a fairy garden for my porch.
I chose an abandoned bird’s nest as a more natural bed for a fairy .
I gathered some plants with tiny blooms and leaves and some stuff that fairies might like furniture wise or as lawn ornaments, like sea shells, polished stones, and beach glass.
A miniature fern
A tinsy variegated ivy
If the rumor is true, fairies will come at night and lounge around in my fairy garden
and leave me gifts like gold coins, fifty-cent pieces, and other treats.
I planted a white moon vine that blooms only in the dark of night
and gives off a sickly-sweet scent to draw special moths.
I think the fairies will be awestruck!