Flowers in the Courtyard

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

Snow White

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 lilac rose

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.

Between the stones

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.

growing uppaint my leaves

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.

Delightful flowerball

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!

Dancing fairy

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.




No matter your shape or size, be it petite, tall, curvy, thin, large or anything in between, you are beautiful!

If you’re finding it hard to believe me, think about this:

The odds of your parent’s meeting and feeling attracted to each other or even falling in love is 1 in 40,000,000 and the chance that they created you is 1 in 400,000,000,000,000,000 (1 in 400 quadrillion). You can roughly compare this very long number to the volume of the Atlantic Ocean (in cubic meters).

ocean pic please

But wait, it doesn’t stop there; I’ve only just started.

You represent 4 billion years of life. The odds of a lineage remaining unbroken (living to reproduction age and adding to the “family tree”) since the beginning of human existence is 1 in 1045,000. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t write that as a whole number. So instead, you’ll just have to imagine the 10, followed by 45,000 zeroes. It’s bigger than the universe. In fact, even if there were a universe in all the particles of the universe, it still wouldn’t be as big as that number. Let that sink in for a minute.


I’m still not done.

The odds of receiving the right combination of DNA from your parents and everything developing correctly to make the you that you are is 1 in 102,640,000. I’m not even going to try and give an example for that one.

When you add everything up, it comes to 1 in 102,685,000. So basically, the odds that you exist is zero (actually a number very, very close to zero) which means you are a miracle!

So even if you don’t believe you’re beautiful (even though you are!), the sheer fact that you exist is a beauty that simply cannot, and should not, be ignored!