Sunday, August 26, 2012

Life beyond the garden...

We have just come back from camping in the mountains; in a campground overlooking a crystal clear lake... back from lovely bicycle rides through woodsy trails, and delicious food cooked outside and campfires under serene clear nights with all those zillions of little shinny jewels-like stars crowing the night sky above the spruce trees and pines so tall.

And then, is back to my little Paradise. I love coming back home; coming back to my enchanted garden and to everything I love and cherish.

Last Saturday in the garden, magic took hold of me...

The sky was bathed in sapphires blue and the garden of scents, and the border on the North side against the bedroom window of roses; perfect dark pink roses and snapdragons at their feet swaying in the breezes in a most splendid arrangement of colors; each of them lovely and perfect, and all day, and every hour of every minute I rejoiced in what I saw and what surrounded me; in total perfection.

And then in the house…

From May through the end of August my big square table is a happy big square table. Why, it gets to be embellished by flowers from the garden that’s why!

Roses; particularly roses…

I’m always on the hunt for beautiful flower vases and have collected a few... always finding real treasures and most perfect vases at thrift stores; and always wondering in amazement what makes people give away such treasures. It makes me feel sad in a way to think about these things... think about how these precious vases I collect today had once belonged to some caring soul out there whom, perhaps many moons ago, took her time to enjoy them and filled them up with precious posies from precious gardens so cared and loved by them. Did they ever thought that one day some unknown person whom they'd never get to meet nor ever thought of, would be doing the same?—cherishing that same precious vase they then hold so dear to their heart, filling them up with precious flowers from some other precious gardens? We'll never know who we work for, do we? It's almost like being lost inside of someone else's life.

Like everything if life; we build, we give shape to things and amend hearts and nourish souls; we construct, we make beautiful things with our hands and bestow magic with our thoughts and desires, we create and donate our time without ever knowing who will be enjoying that what we own and so enjoy today, 20+ years later. How you ever thought about these things? I do... all the time.

Who will be enjoying this garden I have created here with such love and faith and tenderness, twenty- thirty years from now? What little girl, born or yet to be born will be cutting my roses and flowers, just as I’m doing today? And who will be worshiping the Creator of all things where I pray every day—under the purple leaves of the smoke bush, under the same brilliant blue sky; among lilies and roses planted and cared of by me?

It’s a scary thought. But that’s how it is with everything under the sun. The end of all is just but a memory in the memory of those who loved us, until finally that memory is no more—vanished we are from the memory of the earth. I take comfort in the thought that we may be forgotten; our name might not be remembered by a living soul; yet, God never forgets. We’re safe in His memory. "Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe.” Voltaire

12 comments:

  1. I am glad you are back from what sounds like a wonderful vacation. The last part of your post really struck me- I often wonder that, too. My post last week for the letter H for Home was about that same thing- that we are just travelers through Earth's time and that I don't hold things too tightly because, to me, they are only borrowed and someday someone else will call them their own-xo Diana

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  2. glad your vacation was a good one.
    your pictures are beautifl as always. I love finding beautiful vases too.
    Cathy

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  3. Beautiful post, thank you Cielo, so glad you had a lovely vacation.

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  4. Wow! Very enchanting indeed. I really like those beautiful rose. Lovely flowers.

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  5. Beautiful and inspiring pictures. Thank you for sharing :)

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  6. Exactly, Cielo. Beautiful. I have had those same thoughts about living long after a lifetime. I have always told young people to cherish the dearest of their family because as long as anyone alive tells their stories.... they are yet "living" in our hearts. I keep busy with that! A lot of "viejos" live and breathe because of ME!

    I loved the pictures, as always. I was so blessed by your faith this morning as the sun shines through my classroom window... What is more inspirational that this? I cannot imagine. Thank you, Sweetie!

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  7. Hi Cielo,
    I love camping too! Sounds like you had a wonderful time on your vacation. Your flowers look amazing. Love your garden. Have a great week.
    Lisa

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  8. Cielo,
    Your blog is enchanting!
    Thank you for sharing wonderful thoughts combined with dream pictures!
    God bless,

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  9. Hi Cielo,

    It sounds like you had a wonderful time away camping. It is always a good feeling returning home. Your roses are stunning and your rose pitchers filled with blossoms are gorgeous.

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  10. Lovely photos and a thought provoking post. I'm looking at specimen trees to plant in my garden and considering what their impact will be in 20 or 30 years time and 20 or 30 after that...hoping that whatever I chose to nurture and grow will bring pleasure beyond my existence as the forest beyond my garden wall brings to me every day:-)

    Have a lovely week!
    Fiona x

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  11. Lovely post. The flower vases I had from my grandparents home are some of my most treasured possessions, I can still see them filled with flowers out of their gardens as they are now out of mine. It is a continuation of spirit.

    I've left you a blog award on my blog Witchery Grove if you would like it.
    http://witcherygrove.blogspot.co.uk/

    J x

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