Posts Tagged ‘praise’

Blooming Lovely!

May 14, 2011

I don’t normally put posts on this blog about the garden and photos of the blooms as they come out each season, but the truth is, I am presently unable to get my thoughts together creatively. At present the Silver Birch trees are shimmering in a stiff breeze but later they will be drenched with rain. So too the rest of the garden. We needed this rain as the ground, largely solid with roots, was getting truly dried out. A few days of showers and blooms fill the garden like jewels in a pirate’s treasure chest. For indeed, my plants are my jewels. I have never bought or desired gold and precious stones. I look out at the garden, or walk outside, and I am drenched in the beauty that meets my eyes. Jewels may sparkle but so do raindrops on leaves and petals. My jewels have scent and touch to delight the senses. Their colours gladden the eye. The trees whisper in the breeze and wave a welcome. None of these, my jewels, have to be locked away. They make a home for nesting birds and provide nectar for busy bees. A garden is a welcoming place to lift a weary heart and gives cheer to all who enter. Birds come to feed and provide for their young. Their singing is music to the ear, their presence a never ending joy. A garden whispers peace in a chaotic world

Tree stump covered in clematis - a few weeks and it will be covered in roses!

The frog stands guard!

Brightening the path

Brightening the shadows

Praise Is Uplifting

June 19, 2009


New growth on old tree!

New growth on old tree!

We, that is my husband and I -(joined at the hip), were walking into town the other day, when a neighbour stopped his car to speak to us. he wanted to tell us what a lovely job we were making of our front garden.


Perhaps I should say here that the garden at the front of our house is rather larger than average and has a border going across the front and curving round to the far side of the house (small cul-de-sac) where there is a raised side garden. An ancient beech overhangs the road and other trees and shrubs go all the way round. 

About three years ago we had a 90ft tree taken down leaving a huge stump about 8ft high. This is now covered with two beautiful varieties of ivy, winter jasmine, a clematis, and my pride and joy — a rambling-climbing, sweet-scented rose capping and leaping over and upwards in a most spectacular manner. This year we trimmed back a misshapen yew (Now growing quite splendidly) removed a huge wild rhododendron and planted 11 camellia shrubs, plus rhododendrons, buddlia, California lilac, hydrangias, and edged that area with pansies and other small plants. The rest of the border is well established and requires little work to keep it tidy.

I see it a bit untidy at present but can imagine that next year the plants will have filled out and in a few years we will have to do a bit of pruning out. So I was highly delighted that our neighbours appreciate what we have done. (Others have said things as they pass by). It has been hard work. Arthritis can be painful but gardening keeps us active. Some people enjoy flashy jewellery. My plants are my jewels and I never grow tired of looking at them and, yes, talking to them! Especially my roses.

It is lovely to share things of beauty. Okay, so we have weeds back and front but they all blend together in a haphazard harmony. As for the praise, it is uplifting and, in my opinion, we should do more of it. Whether it is in appreciation of a job well done, or simply in admiration of beauty or virtue.