I have various types of poppies that grow in different beds in my garden. I have beeen planting for about 7 years. My favorite poppy are the bright red poppies. They remind me of our Canadian rembrance Day. I also have blue and pink poppies...love them all. All the seeds were given to me by one of my neighbors that was moving. She knew all the real names. It's funny but when she would tell me the long words I would just fade away....to me flowers are a blessing after a long winter, each one makes me smile. Every year I marvel at what comes up and sometimes what does not. And why do some come only every two years, or why do some grow rampantly about the yard. Some were certainly not by me...There are some beautiful weeds that grow and can take over a yard.(the himalayan Balsam)...But I love all the beautiful pink blossoms that extend from every leaf. they grow about 6 feet tall. I kinda got sidetracked here..more later.
Look at this beautiful flower that opened in my yard one day.
It unfolded in all its beauty and seemed as if to say,
Thankyou for tending to me lady.,it was a kind thing that you did.
What the flower did not know, it was in the garden that i hid.
You see I hid from the truth that my illness had changed me,
I just wanted to be in my garden, I needed everyone to just let me be.
Sometimes things happen to us, we can have a pity party or decide to get on with life and be your very best. I think of whom I am now, a much stronger person. I have become informed and challenge myself everyday. I ask for nothing because I am in Gods hands, I will be taken care of.
Slowly I forget what I used to be. We don't make progress if we look back, we stand up, we face things, we look ahead. we believe in what gets us through and so I continue to plant my flowers.
I strive to be the best that I can be....If nobody understands this one, I do apologize.. When I am tired I tend to ramble. So off to bed I go as happy as a lark.Until tomorrow.