September Flowers in Reynolda Gardens

This is a beautiful video with photos and music by David Combs. I love Reynolda Gardens in Winston-Salem, NC.

Elvis Presley - In the Garden

beauty of blooming of a flower

Post by FrHemantha Perera.

Waltz of the Flowers - Tchaikovsky - Duo Tei

I saw this on Twitter awhile back. I thought you might enjoy it too.





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Word Filled Wednesday

Song of Solomon 2:12

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.


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Flowers of Springtime

I love Spring, and I'm so happy it is here at last tomorrow. I love all the flowers of spring, and this is a song I wrote.





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Happy first day of Spring everybody!


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Christ's Garden

Song of Solomon 5:1
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse.


The heart of the believer is Christ's garden. He bought it with His precious blood, and He enters it and claims it as His own. A garden implies separation. It is not the open common; it is not a wilderness; it is walled around, or hedged in. Would that we could see the wall of separation between the church and the world made broader and stronger. It makes one sad to hear Christians saying, "Well, there is no harm in this; there is no harm in that," thus getting as near to the world as possible. Grace is at a low ebb in that soul which can even raise the question of how far it may go in worldly conformity. A garden is a place of beauty, it far surpasses the wild uncultivated lands. The genuine Christian must seek to be more excellent in his life than the best moralist, because Christ's garden ought to produce the best flowers in all the world. Even the best is poor compared with Christ's deservings; let us not put Him off with withering and dwarf plants. The rarest, richest, choicest lilies and roses ought to bloom in the place which Jesus calls His own. The garden is a place of growth. The saints are not to remain undeveloped, always mere buds and blossoms. We should grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Growth should be rapid where Jesus is the Husbandman, and the Holy Spirit the dew from above. A garden is a place of retirement. So the Lord Jesus Christ would have us reserve our souls as a place in which He can manifest Himself, as He doth not unto the world. O that Christians were more retired, that they kept their hearts more closely shut up for Christ! We often worry and trouble ourselves, like Martha, with much serving, so that we have not the room for Christ that Mary had, and do not sit at His feet as we should. The Lord grant the sweet showers of His grace to water His garden this day.

Devotional by Charles Spurgeon

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I have seen so many pretty magnolia trees blooming. I need to go take pictures again. This one is from another year.

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The clematis at the front porch are really growing, since the big trees in the yard are cut back.






Clematis on the other side of the porch ~



This pretty Iris just decided to come up.



I'm so happy my Lamb's Ear has grown this year. I did not know they had these little blooms on them.



A fat little robin on my recently cut back giant shrub ~



My little cat, Jewels was resting on the sidewalk when Bear, the neighbor's dog, went right up to her face. Here they are just looking at each other. He tried it again and Jewels struck her paw out to him.



We just had a 70th Birthday Party High School Reunion weekend of parties. I really don't like to have my picture taken, but thought I would share these with you.
Sonja, Bill and me


Billy and me


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Rose of Sharon

Song of Solomon 2:1
I am the rose of Sharon.

Whatever there may be of beauty in the material world, Jesus Christ possesses all that in the spiritual world in a tenfold degree. Amongst flowers the rose is deemed the sweetest, but Jesus is infinitely more beautiful in the garden of the soul than the rose can in the gardens of earth. He takes the first place as the fairest among ten thousand. He is the sun, and all others are the stars; the heavens and the day are dark in comparison with Him, for the King in His beauty transcends all. "I am the rose of Sharon." This was the best and rarest of roses. Jesus is not "the rose" alone, He is "the rose of Sharon," just as He calls His righteousness "gold," and then adds, "the gold of Ophir"-the best of the best. He is positively lovely, and superlatively the loveliest. There is variety in His charms. The rose is delightful to the eye, and its scent is pleasant and refreshing; so each of the senses of the soul, whether it be the taste or feeling, the hearing, the sight, or the spiritual smell, finds appropriate gratification in Jesus. Even the recollection of His love is sweet. Take the rose of Sharon, and pull it leaf from leaf, and lay by the leaves in the jar of memory, and you shall find each leaf fragrant long afterwards, filling the house with perfume. Christ satisfies the highest taste of the most educated spirit to the very full. The greatest amateur in perfumes is quite satisfied with the rose: and when the soul has arrived at her highest pitch of true taste, she shall still be content with Christ, nay, she shall be the better able to appreciate Him. Heaven itself possesses nothing which excels the rose of Sharon. What emblem can fully set forth His beauty? Human speech and earth-born things fail to tell of Him. Earth's choicest charms commingled, feebly picture His abounding preciousness. Blessed rose, bloom in my heart for ever!

Devotional by Charles Spurgeon

Yard Photos

These are some pictures from my front yard.
I was surprised to see this little columbine plant blooming.



This pretty silver plant came back up.



My azaleas this year don't seem to be as pretty. It could be because of the cold weather.




















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Graven Upon the Palms

Isaiah 49:16
Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands.


No doubt a part of the wonder which is concentrated in the word "Behold," is excited by the unbelieving lamentation of the preceding sentence. Zion said, "The Lord hath forsaken me, and my God hath forgotten me." How amazed the divine mind seems to be at this wicked unbelief! What can be more astounding than the unfounded doubts and fears of God's favoured people? The Lord's loving word of rebuke should make us blush; He cries, "How can I have forgotten thee, when I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands? How darest thou doubt my constant remembrance, when the memorial is set upon my very flesh?" O unbelief, how strange a marvel thou art! We know not which most to wonder at, the faithfulness of God or the unbelief of His people. He keeps His promise a thousand times, and yet the next trial makes us doubt Him. He never faileth; He is never a dry well; He is never as a setting sun, a passing meteor, or a melting vapour; and yet we are as continually vexed with anxieties, molested with suspicions, and disturbed with fears, as if our God were the mirage of the desert. "Behold," is a word intended to excite admiration. Here, indeed, we have a theme for marvelling. Heaven and earth may well be astonished that rebels should obtain so great a nearness to the heart of infinite love as to be written upon the palms of His hands. "I have graven thee. "It does not say, "Thy name." The name is there, but that is not all: "I have graven thee." See the fulness of this! I have graven thy person, thine image, thy case, thy circumstances, thy sins, thy temptations, thy weaknesses, thy wants, thy works; I have graven thee, everything about thee, all that concerns thee; I have put thee altogether there. Wilt thou ever say again that thy God hath forsaken thee when He has graven thee upon His own palms?


Devotional by Charles Spurgeon

Filled With His Glory

Heaven and earth are filled with His glory, the glory of the Lord.

I just realized the words above are from a Christmas song I wrote about the birth of Jesus. Well, the earth is filled with God's glorious creation.

My Dogwood Tree ~ buds



Cherry Tree ~ backyard








Old Gumtree


The sky was so gorgeous from my kitchen window, I had to go outside. My photos don't show the lovely colors.


Afternnon Moon(?)


I went out last night, and the moon was so big and beautiful.


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Spring At Last

The first day of spring was such a lovely day, I had to go to my favorite garden shop to browse around. I bought some pansies.













These are the ones I bought to be planted.






I did plant them the other afternoon There is still much work to be done in the garden, but I did not want the ground to get too hard. I must have deleted the other pictures I wanted to show. It is really too late to be working on this!


A pretty little bird in my dogwood tree ~ That car belongs to my neighbor way down the street!


My neighbor's Forsythia bush way in the back of her yard ~


My Weeping Cherry tree in the back yard is just beginning to bloom.


Thanks for looking at my pictures. I am so happy Spring is here.

Word Filled Wednesday

So 2:12 -
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;


I just had to do this, since I missed a first day of spring post. This is the view from my kitchen window. The lovely jonquils or daffodils, in the little rabbit vase my sister gave me, are from my neighbor's yard.


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