Category Archives: Flowers

Of friends and flowers

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What a delightful feeling it is, and how heartwarming! Yes, getting together with friends.

Whether the friends are from school or college, or even newly-made friends, time spent with them is so precious!

Having a cup of tea or coffee whilst chatting with them is simply lovely…and relaxing.

Ah, friends – even the blogger chums – I value them tremendously.

Each friend has a story to tell…

Their tales are woven in the rich tapestry of life. They are the sunshine that appears after stormy weather.

They are the comforting balm to heal our troubles.

They are the warm hug that says, “You’re going to be all right.”

They are the giggles after a tempest.

Their gentle touch is like magic, fairy dust sprinkled upon us.

They console us by telling us, wisely, that: “It’s water under the bridge, so stop worrying!”

They are the wink that tells us that a secret has just been shared…

Even my blogger friends add charm to the beautiful life.

They are across oceans and miles apart, but contact with them adds glitter and sparkle.

What diversity.. I love reading their various posts – especially when chocolate is involved!

Cheers for the friends I have. I truly value their presence in my life.

I embrace their vitality, wisdom and reassurance, together with the fun and laughter… Yes, I certainly do!

As someone once said: “Friends are flowers in the Garden of Life.”

God bless!

PS. Right, now kindly excuse me, I must skedaddle back to my coffee and chit-chat. Only the heavens know what all ‘gossie-wossie‘  vital information I have missed! 😉

 

Maloquacious © 2014

 

Stop and smell the flowers

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Courtesy of L.S

“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.”  ~ Georgia O’Keeffe

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Courtesy of F.M-G

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I spent my childhood in England. Lovely memories! Vivid is the memory of the floral beauty there—daffodil, bluebell, chrysanthemum, sweet pea, geranium, foxglove, hydrangea, carnation, to name just a few. Happily, I can still picture the garden.

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Courtesy of S.M

It’s a warm, sunny day. The flowers are flourishing. Bumblebees buzz among the petals and beautiful butterflies flit from bloom to bloom. Enhancing this delightful experience further, is the sweet fragrance of the different flowers.

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Courtesy of M.A.Q

But, alas, so many of us are forever dashing here and there, in a perpetual frenzy to reach our destinations that we don’t stop to take in the floral beauty that surrounds us. Carrying brollies and bags, we even fail to notice the gentle breeze which transports the sweet scent everywhere.

If we could just pause, a little while to relax. Take note of the splendid greenery…the flowers…trees and the verdant grass. Then inhale. Exhale. What a different (and better) person we would be! We would be more appreciative of God’s wonderful blessings. And, truly grateful to Him for His miracles.

Knowing how much I love flowers (doesn’t everyone?), my beloved friends from all over the world shared with me photos of  their gorgeous gardens. Bless ’em, the dear souls!

Now, through my blog , I am sharing a few of the photos.

Enjoy!

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Courtesy of F.M-G

Remember to also, think of happy, positive thoughts. Focus on your breathing. Inhale. Exhale. All the while, smiling. God bless!

 

 

Maloquacious © 2014

 

 

 

I’m a flower-happy kinda gal!

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From childhood I have loved flowers. I remember visiting parks, botanical gardens, florists and just taking in all the splendid sights and fragrances. What joy!

You might just say that I’m a flower-happy kinda gal!

Indeed, I’m one among the many who adore them. No matter how blue one’s feeling, simply look at flowers and your whole world turns pink and rosy.

So it is no wonder we give flowers to those who are sick. A hospital room appears more cheerful with floral arrangements placed by a window or on a shelf.

Of course, new mommies and babes are embraced with flowers galore.

Ailing children are given a warm hug with pretty blooms.

Beautiful bouquets are graciously presented to friends as they settle in their new home , adding much to their happiness.

On her big day, a bride clutches a bunch of flowers, enhancing the beauty of her bridal gown. An Eastern bride entwines fragrant flowers in her hair, and sits atop a tastefully decorated stage , displaying exquisite blooms.

Birthdays are yet another occasion for flowers. Roses are popular. Just one or a whole bunch of them are, equally, heartily accepted. After all, it’s the thought that counts!

Say it with flowers. Brighten up mum’s day. Thank a sibling for always being there. Appreciate a colleague. Value a neighbour, a friend, a spouse. Certainly, the language of flowers is understood by all. N’est-ce pas?

Take a peek at some of my favourite quotes on flowers…

“The earth laughs in flowers.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.”

~ Tennessee Williams, Camino Real

“I must have flowers, always, and always.”

~ Claude Monet

Yes, my thoughts exactly!

Maloquacious © 2013

I share this rose with you

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I Share This Rose With You

With you, my friend, I’d like to share this rose

So pink, so fresh, so pretty it grows.

Reminds me of thoughts so gentle and bright

That all seems perfect and just so right.

It reminds me of harmony, peace and joy

The gentle smile of a baby boy.

The giggles shy of a little girl

Her lashes hidden behind that curl.

I smell the crisp starch of clothes on the line

Fluttering in the morning breeze so fine.

I see a kindly wrinkled face, with a grin so wide,

Old age is wise, tolerant and, aye, an experienced guide.

I clasp the rose, so pink, so fresh, with buds all four

Awaiting to open, to unfold in God’s time, they wait at His door.

So just like these buds I too shall wait

For His blessings to unfold, because lovingly, He does state…

“Trust in My timing for My timing is perfect. Just let Me do My job!”

Maloquacious © 2013

Autumn Leaves

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A cup of hot tea sits on the window sill. I lift it up and curl my fingers around it. My hands feel the swaddling warmth. Swirls of blistering steam spiral upwards. I see the wispy twirls then whizz out through the open window. I push the curtain aside. And take a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, cool morning air.

I take a peek outside. The scene before me excites my senses. The morning chill tingles my skin with goose bumps; my ears perk up to the outdoorsy sounds; I smell the fresh, clean air, and gladly eye the shower of leaves, fluttering about like snowflakes.

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I am your blessing, said the petal to the flower

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I am your blessing, said the petal to the flower

Down in the countryside, deep in the garden

Is a bed of buds just waiting to blossom.

Whispering sounds of gentle breeze rustle all around,

The verdant grass, a welcome sight, its dewdrops glisten bright.

Radiantly, the sun now shines; the rains have played their part

But buds remain buds, unopened…just nodding up and down.

When suddenly, magically, abracadabra, appears a pretty petal,

One by one, the petals emerge, splashing colours ‘pon the green.

‘We are yours – your heavenly blessings,’ cry out the petals, loud and clear

Then, with grace and quiet dignity, all unite to form the flower.

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Enjoy the beauty of the day

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Cheers! A new day awakens. Breathe in the freshness; take in the joy. Hail to the morning. Enjoy the sights and sounds…arise.

Let the melody of the merry birds, their twitter and tweet perk up your senses. Yes, for assuredly, the nattering and chattering of these feathered friends orchestrate a cheery welcome—an absolute, positive start to your day. So, hush. Just listen.

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Angry birds?

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Good morning!

I am out and about among the flowers and trees, the warbling birds and the buzzing bees. With a hop, a skip and a jump—plus a wee stretch of warming up exercises—I begin my daily walk.

Joggers, pink and white, feel light upon my feet. I take in the crisp, cool air; a gentle spring at every step. Briskly, I stride, resolute and firm, and with a cheery smile, I’m on my way. Treading carefully on the kerb, I cross the road and enter the park. Read the rest of this entry

Of children, fairies and a sprinkle of magical dust

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For many years now I have been writing stories for children. I cherish the fact that I see everything around me with ‘child-like’ wonder…as if I’m looking at something for the very first time; when, in actual fact, the objects and events are hovering around me all the time. What an incredible feeling!
 
Here, I’d like to share with you one of my favourite short stories. It’s about a fairy called Aranda. Also, Fairy Be Happy. Ah, yes, and the story wouldn’t be complete without the little elf. And the toadstool…and a sprinkle of magic dust.
 
 
 
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ARANDA THE FAIRY

‘Boo hoo! What am I going to do?’ the pretty little fairy sobbed as she wiped away a tiny tear from her wispy lashes.

The distraught Fairy Aranda was standing in front of Fairy Be Happy, the old fairy who looked after all the fairies in the land. She was now quite concerned about her.

‘Aranda, my love, you will have to create a flower for yourself. The other fairies have worked hard and produced beautiful bouquets of exquisite blooms. You must do the same,’ said Fairy Be Happy, tenderly.

‘But that’s just it! They’ve taken all the flowers and now there’s nothing left for me. It’s not fair!’ she cried, tightly clutching her magic wand in annoyance.

Grumbling, she rattled on about how Fairy Cerise had painted flowers red and called them ‘Roses.’ And how Fairy Tawny had created the yellow ‘Buttercups’ and ‘Daffodils.’ She spoke about Fairy Aquamarine and her ‘Bluebells’ and ‘Forget-me-nots.’ The list was endless, as were her complaints.

‘Aranda dearest,’ said Fairy Be Happy, finally, ‘You must go out and search for that elusive flower. Look about you. Be creative – a new flower, a plant, which will only be yours, so let your imagination fly!’ and she hugged the little fairy to coax her on her way.

Although a wee bit upset, Aranda bade goodbye and immediately set to work. She leapfrogged over tufts of grass and hopped over tiny pebbles to get to the woods. She was determined to succeed in her quest.

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My beautiful ballerina Fuschia

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Flowers have always been a part of my life. A vase of pretty blooms in the lounge. A pot of lush blossoms in the hallway. Pretty posies placed on the kitchen table.

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Ah, floral beauty — daffodil, bluebell, chrysanthemum, sweet pea, geranium, foxglove, hydrangea, carnation, to name just a few. But my favourite will always be…the exquisite fuschia!

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And there they grow near the picket fence, the darling buds. Commonly called the ‘ballerina plant’ because of the way their brightly coloured, delicate flowers resemble ballerinas pirouetting in the gentle breeze.

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