Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful. ~Jim Carrey
Flowers are the music of the ground, from earth’s lips spoken without sound. ~Curran
These little white flowers remind me of a fairy tale. Sometimes, when the wind travels their way, it looks like they’re trying to wave hello.
The rose has a soft colour that embraces the petals with an elegant beauty. It offers a fragrance that’s soothingly sweet, nature’s finest perfume. When it blossoms, it entices us to go near, and we surrender to its beauty.
This rose is our favourite, in fact, it’s the only one that’s managed to grow in this unforgiving climate, and while we may have to wait for it to bloom, its magnificent glory is always a pleasure.
At certain times of the year, a generous blanket of petite, pink flowers covers the plant. This plant is one of the many grown from the mother plant, the one my mum gave my dad a few years back.
Settled in the snug space between the flowers is where these plants stand proud and bring their own lovely, unique touch to the courtyard.
I have to admit, when I first saw these plants, I imagined someone splattering the leaves with paint for an added touch of irresistible pattern and colour.
A disco ball of flowers is a delight to see on any day.
I’m not sure how, but Mother Nature has managed to pull off a little wonder. Seriously, it naturally hangs there!
A few weeks back, when my family and I were wondering around the garden centre, we spotted this little one. The girl with the orange ballerina dress now hangs from one of our trees and dances amongst the flowers with every passing breeze.
It’s my mum’s birthday today so I’d like to dedicate this post to her since the courtyard is one of her favourite places to be. Happy Birthday, Mum! I am so grateful for everything that you are and everything that you do, love you.