My Favorite Bench At The Prayer Garden

I've sat on this bench for many hours begging God to change my situation. I did not get the answer I expected  but He changed my heart. He showed me the other side of where I was and I had a better perspective of things.

My situation did not improve but my heart did.

On this cozy bench adorned with white flowers, a miracle happened to me.

Roses and Poetry

Oh, how they beautifully go together!

The gardener's visit to a rose garden

Roses

You love roses - so do I. I wish 

The sky would rain down roses, as the rain 

From off the shaken bush.Why will it not?

Then all the valley would be pink and white

And soft to tread on.  They would fall as light

As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be

Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

(George Eliot)

My Parents' Garden

My father is a serious gardener.As soon as the cock crows, he is already in his garden. 

My Pa in his garden at sunrise when I last visited them in my homecountry. 

Durian, chestnuts, avocado, marang, rambutan, lychee, pomelo, etc. He's got them all in his garden and  they always bear fruits in season. More photos of his garden here.

My Ma is into flowers. She likes her house surrounded with blooms. Below is the collage of photos I took when I visited my parents.

I'm glad I am a gardener like them.