Daily Garden Reflections

I have a huge belief in the importance of bees and the necessity of bee colonies that are vital to the health of the planet.

In the bamboo grove. The yellow spring sunlight, I look up at it.

The breaking dead leaves 'neath my feet, a plaintive melody repeat. Recalling shattered hopes that lie as relics of a bygone sky.

 

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips, the possibilities of the new season.

Lord, if still that garden blossoms in the sunlight, grant that children laugh there now among its green and gold.

As I day-dreamed with my eyes half closed, sudden the birds began to sing again, the flow'rs, uplifting heads, no longer dozed.

What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants cool shade and tender rain, and seed and bud of days to be.

Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide like all created things, secrets from me, and stand a barrier to eternity.

My heart's design was like a garden seen on sudden through the opening of a door in the grey sheet of life.

A tulip doesn't strive to impress anyone. It doesn't struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn't have to. It is different.

The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth — one is nearer God's heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth.

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.