Welcome to my world .... a place filled with color and serenity ...
a place to soothe your soul!
The Taylor Hicks My Idol blog spot is patterned after my gardens, I've filled it with color, lots of soul, with hints of blues everywhere, and given it the nickname 'The Pond'.
My name is 'Bloom' and as you wander down this page, you'll find that I have come by this name honestly.
I have often referred to one of my favorite quotes by Taylor Hicks in my blogs, I think it is quite ingenious, and I wonder if one day it will appear in famous quotes by Taylor Hicks.
Taylor was speaking in reference to the environment he found himself in after winning American Idol.
Thankfully that environment has now changed and we are eagerly awaiting a new release of his music, where his creativity is now free to be unleased!
Plus we have the release of his "Early Works" next month!
I've borrowed Taylor's term, Musical Flower, to introduce you to one of my other passions (yes, I really do have another passion besides Taylor).
These are photos of my garden taken over the last two years, along with some of my favorite garden poems and quotes.
They are my musical flower and I'll hope you'll enjoy your stroll thru my gardens as well as the beautifully soothing music provided by my old friend Bobby Militello!
Please note that some of the photos are very large and I didn't want to downsize them, just click on them to view the entire image.
Come with me take my hand
We'll walk in the garden's light
Peacefulness and scented air
With flowers to delight
Take the time to get away
Spend some time with me
Walking in the beauty of
Nature's love we see
Want to spend a little time
See that we are blest
Greatest things upon this earth
With colors brightly dressed
Feel the warm air drifting by
Sweetly kiss your face
Silence in the beauty of
Love we can embrace
Take time to walk with me
Such happiness to share
Flowers blooming all around
Sweet velvet everywhere
Need a place to get away
Leave the world outside
Take this time to find yourself
With garden loved supplied.
While walking in my garden,
I find such comfort and sweet peace.
I feel as if I'm standing at the threshhold
of my Master's feet.
So much grandeur;
so much beauty there,
I find, often, it becomes
my little house of prayer.
I commune with My Savior,
In Him, I find perfect rest;
As I look upon my garden,
I feel so very blessed.
I speak to the folded ears of the roses,
of all my cares and pain;
Like them, I need a blessing,
a refreshment from the showers and the rain.
I touch the fragile blossoms,
feel their softness at my fingertips;
My spirit is renewed,
at the nourishment that God gives.
While walking in my garden,
I find such comfort and sweet peace.
I feel as if I'm standing at the threshhold,
of my Master's feet.
© Sandra Lewis Pringle
A Garden Lives within our soul,
A secret place so dear,
A quaint and lovely part of earth
That brings us beauty here.
The blossoms catch the morning sun,
The air is fresh and sweet,
At evening tide the shadows fall
When day is then complete.
A garden is a garden spot
Where comfort fills our heart,
A peaceful place where quiet dwells
As each new day does start.
There's loveliness and tender faith,
As raindrops softly fall,
To bless each wondrous growing things,
As nature then stands tall.
A fragrance fills this quiet spot
With peaceful, tender bliss,
Where God looks down on each small plant
And sends an angel's kiss.
To walk and dream 'neath cotton clouds,
To feel the warmth of Spring,
And gently tuck the world away
As robins nest and sing.
As seasons come and go.
The laughter of the Summer breeze,
The touch of Winter snow,
A miracle - a friendship real,
The smile that loving gives,
While every heart finds blessedness
Because a garden lives.
©1997 Garnett Ann Schultz
Gardens... should be like lovely, well-shaped girls:
all curves, secret corners, unexpected deviations,
seductive surprises and then still more curves.
~ H.E. Bates, A Love of Flowers ~
and forgot to put a soul into.
~ Henry Beecher (1858) ~
the color of the sun.
It made the garden dance for joy,
the flowers, every one.
It chased the wind's
bright fairy lips.
It hovered near a tree.
Sometimes it seemed
the butterfly was
writing poems for me.
As a flower in the garden
Bending toward the sun,
Unfolds it's tiny petals
One, by one, by one...
So faith expands it's beauty
Until at last it grows
Into life's lasting flower...
The heart's fair perfect rose.
There's little risk in becoming overly proud of one's garden,
because gardening by its very nature is humbling.
It has a way of keeping you on your knees.
If you'd like to view more garden photos or to inquire as to the name of a specific plant, let me know by leaving a comment here.
Though I do have a confession to make .... I'm going to have to dig deep into my fuzzy memory bank and unearth the name for you, I have so many varieties that through the years I've forgotten what exactly I do have!
Today's cup:
“Man should hear a little music,
read a little poetry,
and see a fine picture every day of his life,
in order that worldly cares may not obliterate
the sense of the beautiful implanted in the human soul.”
~Johann Wolfgang Goethe~
Music provided by Bobby Militello,
The Dave Brubeck Quartet
