time flies already! thinking about seeds to plant, lots of maintenance to do as the days grow shorter & cooler.
gardening can be meditative, listening to the needs of your little green friends. a girlfriend of mine says she can hear when the plants are thirsty. gardens are a sensory experience, everyone experiences them differently…
what a spectacular Gift our senses are! allowing us a multifaceted experience of our environment, inspiring individual emotions, heartfelt emotions.
is this where we feel, in our hearts? where genuine joy, sorrow, gratitude emanate? where the spark of God resides in each of us?
dappled sunlight highlights peachy hues, velveteen petals, softly scented Tamora rose…
…not to be forgotten, springtime lupine tucked secretly in an urban alley behind a strip mall… unexpected yet naturally graceful the composition with the willowy, wild grass seeds…
When to the flowers so beautiful
The Father gave a name,
There came a little blue-eyed one ~~~
All timidly it came ~~~
And standing at the Father’s feet,
And gazing in His face,
It said with low and timid voice,
And yet with gentle grace,
“Dear Lord, the name thou gravest me,
Alas, I have forgot.”
The Father kindly looked on him…
And said, “Forget~me~not.”
~~Anonymous~~
Happy Thanksgiving!
…may you always feel at peace in kitten’s secret garden…
If the poll was strictly garden specific, I chose visual.
And my yard edges are overrun with forget-me-nots in the spring. One of my fav flowers. 💠💠💠
I couldn't narrow it down. I start with visual as I gather all of my goodies to prepare, I then go to touch as begin to prepare them, of course then comes the scent of the aroma flowing at me as it bastes in all it's flavors readying me for a scrumptious meal, then the auditory sort of as the timer sounds off warning it may be ready and to start any last minute additions, ahhhh then of course must be my favorite as I get to taste the scrumptious benefits of my labor umm ummm yummmy
Not that my senses are limited to food or anything, I just happen to enjoy it!