“The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those with a crushed spirit.”
Psalm 34 : 18
This garden travels. With us or without us. I enjoy recording it with vegetation in vases, poetry, mine or from others, quotes, photographs, and paintings. Appreciation and thankfulness for this space.
A scene of brown. Struggles taking place. The broken pot, the leggy yarrow. Few plants, left too long alone. The Eucalyptus stands with outstretched stalks. My post three years ago showed this scene differently. Last year in the spring, the miniature daffidols bloomed here and may again.
Each year, it is a little or a lot different.
It is our garden patch a part of a whole.
Let us look at it this way:
The pot has withstood many summers and winters and many more before I brought it home. I cleaned it, and the other from moss and mould . A rescued pair of pots.
A created hole below, water and roots may have formed it.The balloon flower above.Contrast of sienna and white with green.
The Yarrow bright pink or cerise once it was part of a group of yellow, white, and peach plants, but that was two or three years ago. A survivor and a surprise.
Yarrow.Eucalyptus leaves
Silvery blue-green leaves more or less opposite each other with each leaf having an oil gland. Bruising them gives a menthol fragrance. The bronze leaves are the weathered ones from the bottom of the plant. Frost and wind scorched but rich in colour.
I will need to work carefully with this space. It has a lot to share.
Looking back at the post, foxgloves. I planted those seeds, and I think they have sprouted except at this stage it could be weeds.
” I know it sounds ridiculous, but I haven’t quite got over the miracle that you plant things and they do sprout up.” Natasha Little
The foxglove seeds may have sprouted.
Take care,
Sandy 🙂
Ps
Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the apples in a seed.
The miracle of life in a little seed is mind blowing. 🥰
It is given by God to challenge the science of this “world”.