Where flowers meet
The forest floor
We see God's glory
And so much more
The sun sends its rays
Into the colourful haze
That merges the grasses
Into the forest maze
A forest of trees
Of grasses and grains
Come together until
A palette of colour
Is all that remains
The things you see, when you look between the trees, is sort of like. Reading between the lines.
In the little town of Craighurst, we came upon a plethora of artsy little trees.
Such a wonderful venture for someone to undertake! Each work of art was created, on metal, by a local artists.
All pieces are located in and around the main intersection of this small country spot.
This last one, though, is the one I love the best. Created by my favourite artist, it stands proudly in the middle of a farmer’s field. Down the road from where we live.
A wonderful poem, because it is National Poetry month!
In the Garden of Eden, planted by God,
There were goodly trees in the springing sod,
Trees of beauty and height and grace,
To stand in splendor before His face.
Apple and hickory, Ash and pear,
Oak and beech and tulip rare,
The trembling aspen, the noble pine,
The sweeping elm by the river line;
Trees for the birds to build and sing,
And the lilac for joy in spring;
Trees to turn at the frosty call
And carpet the ground for their Lord's footfall;
Trees for fruitcake and fire and shade,
Trees for the cunning builder's trade;
Wood for the bow, the spear, and the flail,
The keel and the mast of the daring sail;
He made them of every grain and girth
For the use of man in the Garden of Earth.
Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes
From the gift of the Giver of Paradise,
On the crown of a hill, for all to see,
God planted a scarlet maple tree.
‘A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.’ Greek Proverb
In 1904, Jennie Butchart had the idea to beautify the worked-out limestone quarry which had supplied her husband, Robert Pim Butchart’s, nearby cement plant.
As we walked through the gardens, we reminisced about our flower beds back home. Reflecting on the plants gifted and traded for, from friends, and from relatives. I thought about all of the Soul Sister creations, and other pieces of art that adorn the gardens, pathways, and forest, of our little piece of Eden, a five hour flight away.
Each day
Requires us to receive
Linger long
Under waterfalls of grace
Get saturated,satiated. Author Unknown
Flowers are the music
Of the ground
From earth's lips
Spoken without sound. Edwin Curran
Brown Bear,
Brown Bear,
What do you see?
Bill Martin Jr/Eric Carle
Advice From a Tree.
Stand tall and proud
Sink your roots into the earth
Be content
With your natural beauty
Go out on a limb
Drink plenty of water
Remember your roots.
Enjoy the view.
Created by your true nature.com
Roses are red, my love
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love
But not as sweet as you!
Bobby Vinton
A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it.
It just blooms.
Zen Shin
‘You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be particular about detail and proportion. ‘ Emily Carr
Be silent my dear, and enjoy the scene
As we walk in this Japanese Garden serene.
The sun is shining in the afternoon sky,
And treeline bamboo catches the eye. Joyce Hensley
'I think that I shall never see, a poem, as lovely as a tree.' Kilmer 1913
A wonderful day on Vancover Island.
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