My yard has been blooming all spring.  The current offerings include the gardenia bushes and my hydrangea bed.  There are blooms galore!  A visual feast of God's glorious creation.

The color of the hydrangea blooms is dependent upon the acidity of the soil.  Obviously my dirt is a mixed bag of PH since I have pink, blue, and white blooms all on the same plant.  

The gardenias bushes are so filled with blooms you must look to find the green of the leaves.  As an added bonus these blooms produce a sweet aroma which floats on the breezes all the way to the street in front of the house.  A sensual delight which greets me every time I step out the door.  What a glorious painting the plants and shrubs have offered this year.

This beautiful landscape does not happen without work.  The bushes must be fertilized, watered, trimmed at the correct time, and sprayed.  It takes a vigilant eye and plenty of sweat equity to produce the fruit of the bloom.  The blooms will be here but a short time~ here today and gone tomorrow~ BUT what joy they are while they last.  I marvel at God's creation each time I cross my threshold and I am certain my neighbors are enjoying the fruit of my labor as well.

So it is with our spiritual lives.  We must nourish our soul, prune that which is dead wood, and protect ourselves from the pestilence of the evil one.  To produce the best fruit, we need to tend our eternal spirits.  And then we can

How pleased our Master Gardener must be when He gazes upon His handiwork and sees the fruits of His labor.  

Bloom where you are planted and know God's good pleasure.

For it is God who works in you,
both to will and to work for His good pleasure.
Philippians 2:13


  1. You must have a lot of patience. I can't be bothered with all that PH stuff, and shades and sunlight and all the plants requirements like needing water. I just plant them in the ground and leave them to it. More often than not they dry out and perish. We have some well established trees that look after themselves. I have now taken to tying plastic flowers and fruits to them to make them pretty. Even plastic birds and butterflies and bees. The family don't agree. They have no taste, I'm afraid.

    God bless you, Lulu.

  2. I had a friend who put plastic flowers out, Victor. The dog chewed off all the blooms. All true-these things really happen in rural America ��
    Blessings, My Friend!

  3. Gorgeous blooms, Lulu!!! I can smell the gardenias in my mind - yes, so sweet and enchanting. May we all bloom, and thrive, where God has planted us.

    1. They are a pure delight!
      Blessings, My Friend!


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