My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

Life is a lot like a garden

Profuse Choice of Flowers


Publicly voiced apologetic effusions are two-a-penny. Verbiage does not feel like real remorse, just more like empty, noisy chatter. 

A hand-picked, hand-delivered floral profusion is gold. Floriography is a quiet expression of words with flowers.

Imagine how noisy the world would be if all the flowers could could talk. Arrangements, be it bouquets or bunches, of colours and perfumes, of flowers and foliage, have long held symbolic associations. Herbage has a floral messaging power. The choice of flowers is profuse.

Dtuch Irises
Brighten up a dreary drain area. Plan to plant more next season.

Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

2 thoughts on “Profuse Choice of Flowers

  1. Beautiful! Nothing lifts the spirits more than a profusion of flowers!!

  2. Always. Flowers are nature’s way of putting a smile at the day.

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