As my thoughts turn towards Spring and the onset of warmer weather, I have begun to contemplate the sad neglected state of my garden. The rampaging weeds, the unpruned roses and uncut grass...
I took my camera out into my jungle garden and saw a bunch of things that spoke to me about Life...
Weeds will grow without any effort on my part. Keeping weeds out is a full-time job.
{So it is with negative thoughts, fears and sucky attitudes. If I give them an inch they will take a mile.}
Some weeds can look remarkably similar to flowers. Can you tell the difference?{Sometimes it's difficult to tell the difference between Truth and lies. Difficult. But not impossible}
It's the scent. A True Flower smells like Heaven.
The most beautiful and precious flowers require the most work. Hard pruning brings out their best and increases their blooms.
{Anything worth having must be worked at. What doesn't kill you can only make you stronger.}
The tenderest blooms are the most easily bruised and broken.
{I must protect what is most precious to me}
{I must protect what is most precious to me}
Every rose has its thorn.
This bitter fruit may make you wince, but it's the best thing for Winter's ills. When life hands you lemons, make Lemonade.
Noxious weeds left unchecked, will take over the garden, smother the trees, choke the flowers.Noxious weeds are so hard to get rid of. The smallest root left unpulled will reap another poisonous harvest.
{Selfishness, gossip, jealousy, envy, hate... root them out wherever I find them}
{Selfishness, gossip, jealousy, envy, hate... root them out wherever I find them}
In winter nothing grows. Nothing buds. All looks dead and bare, barren.
{Sometimes my life looks like that}
But all that is needed is the first warming breeze, the smallest glimmer of spring and life bursts forth again.
Where there is life there is Hope. And every winter must come to an end.
{So it is in my life. Spring will come if I just hold on and don't give up}
Things that were dried and dead can be revived when the rain comes. My garden can bloom again.
{Sometimes I neglect the important; Mercy and Grace give me a second chance.}
If you look closely, even the ordinary can be beautiful.
The simplest things can be the sweetest.
Gardens are for playing in. Flowers are for picking. Life is for Living.
And beauty is everywhere if you take time to stop and look.
