I’ve inherited a big box of wild fern and garden flowers,
That my ol’ mum picked, pressed and it took her hours,
They’re old, but okay and so I can see,
I could be making things from these for an eternity.
An impressive collection from over some years,
That to recall some memories of mother, could bring on a few tears,
But that there’s a pretty, profitable and crafty job to do,
Not to waste them, but to create nice things for both me and perhaps some for you?
I took my time to write it down and I think it sums my attitude in life:
I’m into kindness in a big way, along with lots of other natural and peaceful things. Looking inwardly to question or out at the stars to ponder or close up at nature to admire, is my ways of combating the thoughts brought on by sheeple in their cruel idiocies. To be able to act according to compassion in difficult situations, I totally endorse to actually stop and enjoy the scent of a flower or to dance in the moonlight. Oh how lovely it is to laugh in all the beautiful shades of happy kindness and to help others to do the same.
An activist for a kinder, more natural world.
I know this is verbena, but is looks so like the beautiful, bright and heart warming little flowers on a flaming katie, which is all good.
They quietly do their thing and I guess flowers actually help me see the world in a more beautiful light. Appreciating flowers
P.S. 9:25am Note: If you’re going to paint bright red flowers using oil paints first thing in the morning, please remember to wipe your hands thoroughly before holding onto the beautiful wooden banisters to go to the bathroom!!!
So, the story I just heard goes a bit like this: Someone carries water home each day. One bucket has a crack and the other’s perfect. The perfect one always delivered 100% while the other only half full at the end of the long walk. For years this goes on, each time the person arrivs home, with one full and one half full bucket of water.
Of course, the perfect one being proud of its accomplishments. Yet the poor cracked one was ashamed of its imperfection and totally miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the person “I’m ashamed of myself, because my crack causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”
The person smiled “Did you notice that there’re flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other side? That’s because I’ve always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you’ve watered them. For years I’ve been able to pick beautiful flowers to decorate my kitchen window. Without you being just the way you are, there wouldn’t be this beauty to grace my home”.
Each of us has our own unique flaw, some of the cracks and flaws make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. So, to all of my beautiful, wonderful crackpot friends, have a great day beloved and remember to enjoy the flowers on your side of the path and be happy. 🙂
From my garden, I can almost smell the Sweet Williams (Dianthus barbatus) from here and my friend arranged them beautifully.
When the weather permits, this time of year in the garden can be awesome work and you might like to get someone in to help. Choosing this is a tricky job in itself. They have to be able to work and not poison the soil, (and you’ll probably yawn at this saying) but also “Without costing the earth”.
Spring remind us that the garden is about to get pretty again.
I have been known to do a spot of wildlife friendly tidy-ups if needed.
Washing up sometimes seem a thankless task. How lovely it is to see a bright red geranium in a pot, in the kitchen window whilst slowly and surely cleaning the dishes. It makes it almost a meditation instead of a chore. Here on the right is an image of some lovely bright red geranium flowers from part of a painting from Van Gogh. To me red geraniums are the most uplifting flower, as is seen in the vivid colorful image from the painting. A practical bonus of Geraniums is that occasionally if I forget to water this plant, it survives thankfully.