No matter what happens in life if a flower can bloom it shall. It will struggle up through any surface it can, face to the light, shining its beauty forth and giving of its fragrance. This is a valiant brave act of resilience and strength and I think we can learn much from a flower.
My oldest son picked me this bouquet the other day. It was a surprise and I was so blessed.
There are so many bees in our yard these days. When you walk amongst the flowers you hear happy humming.
So much delicate personality to this flower but also such strength as well.
I am not sure why I love these so but I do. Every year I am so glad when they bloom!
A magical little pathway in my back yard.
Every year that I have lived in this house the gardens have blessed my soul more than I can fathom I think. This year as I have physically not been able to do any gardening whatsoever everything is just blooming wild. I have not weeded or pruned or anything and in many ways my back yard is completely full of joy. There is nothing holding it back. It is full of color and vibrance and beauty and weeds and everything it just loving its life.
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