Tag: #flowers

Breathtaking

I’ve been caring for it since March.

My philosophy while caring for flowers is: “You’re either gonna thrive or die.” I shower them with love, and a lot of them have been loved to death.

This one plant in particular is a Hibiscus, which is relatively easy to grow. When purchased, it wasn’t in bloom, but the picture on the tag showed what it was going to look like in bloom. Let me just go ahead and say, the photo didn’t do it justice. It has been a while since the purchase, so I had forgotten what color it was, but remembered it was unique, and one I haven’t seen before.

It would grow a bud and look like it was going to bloom, but the bud would fall to the ground. It would just drop off thanks to some type of insect eating it from the inside, but I just kept giving it the same treatment as everything else in the yard. Everyday I’d look at it and see buds, but wonder if it was going to bloom.

It was just a normal morning in the yard, hose in hand with my back to the Hibiscus. I was making my way around to it, when I saw one of the buds had opened into a bloom and gasped at the sight of it!

It was so much more than I imagined that it took my breath away. That’s the kind of life He has planned for us lovelies. Breathtaking.

When It’s Time

We learn from our surroundings.

A couple of weeks ago, I saw this hibiscus plant at the market. The price was marked way down because it’s at the end of it’s season. It looked so healthy and full of buds that I had to bring it home. It would be the last of the blooms.

The hibiscus displays one bloom a day.

It opens up to reveal it’s beauty all the way to the core and then politely closes at the end of the day. Even closed it’s beautiful, but it knows when it’s done. It doesn’t try to stay in bloom.

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Can you see the closed bloom to the left?

 

I feel as if I’ve bloomed quite a bit this year and maybe that’s why I’m embracing the change in season. I’m ready to not bloom for a while. To take a season of rest.

Not everything I planted in the yard this year bloomed. The cannas and trumpet vine along the fence bloomed once, but they’re happily growing. So maybe that’s it. We have to grow before we can bloom. We have to be fully ready to bloom.

We will bloom, when it’s time.

Happy day Beautiful Souls.

Spread Some Love

I love to walk over and visit my neighbor.

When it’s time to go back home, I step along the stone path between our yards. It still surprises me that this is my home. It looks like a fairy-tale.

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Can you see the bubble wand from Carpe all the Diems?

It’s a yard well loved.

I added a few plants, but mainly just watered what was already there. The people who were here before me planted a lot of what I see today.

Walking around the yard, flowers are popping up that someone planted years ago. I didn’t see the flowers last year because I gave the yard zero attention. This year I’m loving on it at least once a week and see something new each time.

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These popped up out of nowhere.

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This area is along the walkway, beside the front porch. I planted the Canna’s in the back. Everything else came up on it’s own after some watering. I don’t know what all of it is, and that’s okay. It looks happy to just be here.

All the yard wished for was some attention. It wants care, much like we humans. A kind word, or a friendly hug can go a long way.

It was a thirsty soul waiting to be quenched.

What is in your soul that needs water today?

What we give is surely what we’ll receive.

Spread some love.

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Get Really Dirty

I don’t know if my fingernails will ever be the same after today. They are compacted with dirt.

In this phase of life I embrace it.

Living near small towns, I have experts in every field nearby. The hardware store has a garden area where I go in search of Megan. She educates me.

My front yard has lots of rocks. They are on top of the earth and deep underneath. To plant flowers I need to make dirt since digging holes are fruitless.

Megan showed me two bags of what I need to make really good dirt for happy flowers. I would need to mix the two bags half and half in a large bucket.

“Fill the bucket halfway with one and then the other. Dig your hands in all the way up to your elbows and mix it by hand.”

The look on my face was priceless I’m sure, but Megan never leads me astray. What she says works.

I took her guidance to heart and dug in.

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Looks like a trail of happiness to me.

But first, I had to dig in and get really dirty.