As a deer pants for water, so I want you God. … Especially when people say “Where is your God?”
Psalm 42: 1,3 (Sandy’s thinking about this.)
Here are various thoughts about drought:
Friends are “annuals” that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family are a “perennial” that comes up year after year, enduring the droughts of absence and neglect. There’s a place in the garden for both of them.
Erma Bombeck 1927-1996 American humorist.
Violence is like a weed – it doesn’t die even in the greatest drought.
Simon Wiesenthal 1908- 2005 Jewish Austrian Holocaust survivor.
There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gape at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.
T. S. Eliot 1885-1965
Marvelous 💐💐🌸🏵🌼🌹🌹🙏🙏🤗🤗♥️♥️
Thank you Kelly. 😊🙏🏻🤗
Always a pleasure 😊♥️♥️🙏🙏
What lovely little flowers. Never heard of them before. Love seeing what’s in your garden. Hope your weather has cooled off by now.
Yes,they look painted especially the yellow bit. No, it is very hot for us here I have put bark chips around the flowering or new plants so I hope they will be OK. Thank you for supporting me my sister. 🤗
Some of those planet reminds me of ones I saw growing up in the country. 😊
Wonderful ! Excellent shot! Well shared😊👌
Thank you Priti.😊
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One of my favorite scriptures through out all the years that I have had a relationship with Him. I was so thrilled to see the cape nemesis, they made so happy whenever I see them. I grew up in Hout Bay where they pop up on the pavement, all the fields and aii the vacant lots we gathered thistles from for our rabbits. It brings back so many good memories. And I enjoyed all your quotes about family, friends and enemies.
Sorry I didn’t see this. So glad you enjoyed the flowers.