Taking time to smell the roses leaves enduring impressions of a dear glory that, if sufficiently reengaged, can chage the quality of our entire life. The rose in a very special way--and more generally the flower, even in its most humble forms--is a fragile but irrepressible witness on earth to a "larger" world where good is somehow safe.
This simple illustration contains profound truths. If anyone is to love God and have his or her life filled with that love, God in his glorious reality must be brought before the mind and kept there in such a way that the mind takes root and stays fixed there.
--Dallas Willard, The Divine Conspiracy
(I highly recommend enlarging the photos for greater viewing pleasure. Sorry I can't provide scents to go with them....)
Pansies on our deck, from the spring.
My all-time favorite flowerpot.
Poppies and primrose in the Cancer Survivors' Park, before the scorching heat hit.
What is it about these flowers? I just adore them!
Roses from sweet piano students at our recent recital.
Hydrangeas in the backyard, when they'd just come into bloom.
The last hydrangea blooms, rescued before summer heat took its complete toll.
Brown-eyed Susans...
...which popped up by our front porch, a welcome surprise.O, taste and see that the Lord is good!
--The Psalmist, 34:8
1 comment:
I specially like the poppies and primroses, and the little house looking like a toy!
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