Nothing much is happening in my garden except that all my flowers continue to bloom under the heat of the sun and the heavy downpour of the rain.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
Gerar de Nerval
I've been away from home for almost 2 months now, and this pink flower was the last bloom I saw in my garden before I left. I miss the mornings where I can be alone in my garden, digging deep into the dirt of my heart, taking out stones that hinder beautiful virtues to bloom. It's a painful process yet to be surrounded with flowers makes it bearable. You just know that something beautiful is sure to come.
"Shall we compare our hearts to a garden - with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds, swooping birds and sunshine, rain - and most importantly, seeds.~Grey Livingston
It's 50 days now that I've been away from my own garden. The gardener in me finds a little bit of satisfaction in scattering seeds from my garden when I jog in the mornings around the campus where I'm doing my MA studies. In the campus there's a prayer garden where my soul is always satisfied. Two days ago, I was there early in the morning. I saw this fragrant bloom that melted my heart. I don't know its name but I call it my birthday flower because it bloomed on my day.
One of the best things I enjoy when traveling is taking photos of flowers. Here's my collection during my recent trip to Hong Kong.
My host took me to the far corner of her garden to show me her birds of paradise. She led me through deep leaves and muddy ground to see these beauties. She pointed and told me to frame these 3. I got 3 kinds in one snap!
Then she drove me to her friend's garden to see more...