"Love isn’t some neat little garden all pruned and predictable. It’s wild maybe crazy, messy, untamed, stubborn. It takes root in the strangest of places. It weathers storms and keeps on stretching, even when the world says it shouldn’t. This—this is that kind of love. My kind of love," - Daniel Henry Rodgers
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What do I know? But it seems to me, that God could have left the snake out of the garden... instead, blessed rodents with self control --
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We must
know hate to love! God seems to have
had a garden difference? Perhaps? -- a little snake
in most our psychologies.
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"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around."
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In a Forest, Nature rules. In a Garden, Humans are given the Power of Nature to rule temporarily, to learn ornamentalism.
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PRAY; because when you take over your spirit, you've taken over your life. Prayers gardener of your soul, pray always!!
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I should shave more often...like my garden, unkempt -- but the birds and other critters I relate closely with in my heart, seem far more comfortable and at home when less fuss and trimming.
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I think, Eden, before the fall, is motivation behind all gardens...the bounty secondary.
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Quote:
The blooms in the
garden of your heart
will only be beautiful
as the seeds you sow.
By Zyrool
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I want not a gentleman’s bouquet that’ll wither away with time, but a gardener’s field which shall bloom for eternity in my name.
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Democracy is the garden where the seeds of liberty are sown by the hands of the many. -Aloo Denish Obiero.
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Patience is the gardener's virtue; in time, even the smallest seed becomes the mightiest oak. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Patience is the gardener's virtue; in time, even the smallest seed becomes the mightiest oak. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Governments must nurture freedom as a garden, tending to it vigilantly to prevent its withering under the shadow of authority.~ Aloo Denish Obiero
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"Upon my lap it's safe garden pleasance,
deep in its soul a rumbling purr."
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There is no scent of nostalgia like a fragrance drawn from the garden of childhood memories.
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It seems that we are the fruits of a tree with millions of branches, but the actual seed is long gone, and whether there was a gardener vanishes in the realm of speculations.
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A whisper stirred my mind, my heart and my soul: And led my footsteps down a silent path: To a door at the end of a garden: And reaching out . . . I opened it.
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“Life is like a garden; you reap what you sow. So plant your seeds with love and kindness, and watch your life bloom into something beautiful.”
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Garden Time fast approaches
Plant five rows of peas
Planning
Patience perseverance preparation positivity
Include one row of squash
Squash negativity
Add three rows of lettuce
Let us take responsibility
Let us reward our accomplishments
Let us be empowered
And lastly turnips
Turn up with new ideas
Turn up with determination
Turn up with a smile
Edited version garden of success
by Suzy Jones a weight watchers leader
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Doing the good deeds is like the grass in the garden. You don't see its growth. But, it does by days. Doing the wicked deeds is like the hone. You don't see its damage. But, it does by days. - Buddhism quotes
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Pleasing becomes a garden of weeds
to those who can't grow flowers
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If there is a snake in your garden it's probably Republican.
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"A Rose Garden and Tea Time Go Together."
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'I am so sorry my dear Future generation, in the name of progress, I am sorry that our footprint became a sinkhole and not a garden' By Christen Kuikoua
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Whatever seeds are planted in your garden religion will make it grow.
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Life is sweet in a flower garden.
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We have often heard of Adam's banishment from Eden,
but with far greater humiliation, I abandon your garden.
('Exiles' by Mirza Ghalib, Urdu couplet, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and ghostly paradigms of things.
Here, nothing warms
this lightening moment of the dawn,
pale tendrils spreading east.
And I, of all who followed Him,
by far the least . . .
The women take no note of me;
I do not recognize
the men in white, the gardener,
these unfamiliar skies . . .
('The Gardener’s Roses' ?by Michael R. Burch)
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It is good to stroll through the garden of memory, but unwise to stay there too long.
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