The garden of
Love
is green without
limit
and yields many
fruits
other than sorrow
and joy.
Love is beyond either
condition:
without spring,
without autumn,
it is always fresh.
Love
is green without
limit
and yields many
fruits
other than sorrow
and joy.
Love is beyond either
condition:
without spring,
without autumn,
it is always fresh.
-- Jelaluddin Rumi
The garden of green is yielding a lot of lovely things right now. There's the heady smell of magnolia in bloom, honeysuckle, roses, jessamine. So many scents blended together and wafting from all parts of the yard.
Enjoy your Saturday and all that it has to offer.
There is a huge area of yellow jessamine on my drive home from work that I go by. I can smell it way before I get there; it's strong even with my windows rolled up. Glad to hear things are blooming down there. We are just starting to get some humidity here as I'm sure y'all are down your way. Have a great weekend Syd.
ReplyDeleteYou too Mr S.
ReplyDeleteall things sweet and wonderful, I can smell it. ENJOY your weekend, SMILES
ReplyDeleteI can smell the sweetness of the flowers,enjoy your weekend in the garden of love..:}
ReplyDeleteLove Rumi!
ReplyDeleteLove Honeysuckle!
Love life!
Enjoy your Spring Day too!
ReplyDeleteEvery Saturday I open up the windows in my house and the jasmine I have planted in my yard wafts through the entire house. It is the most delicious smell in the world. You have a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteYour word picture brought missed scents to my senses....it was all the things I loved about living in the south.
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend to you too, Syd.
Beautiful! I love the image. It's so lovely...as are the words in this post!
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend, Syd.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
SB
The lilac scent is wafting through my windows. Finally! It was a long, cold winter..all the more appreciation for the spring.
ReplyDeleteI love those fragrances this time of year - makes it somewhat worth the stopped up sinuses and headaches that are the consequences for me...
ReplyDeleteOh, I miss the honeysuckle that used to grow next to the giant cypress tree in our side yard.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe fields round us are so full of growth as we approach the peak of spring and growth, a wonderful time of year here in the UK and the fields too feel full of rebirth.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about how u started your blog, for me I feel better when I have blogged honestly .
Its a good release valve for me talking out into the ether, problem is as any alcoholic is I am egocentric.
Its all about me and I notice it more and more about me, its like the promises in the AA bible your lifes quality gets better and the little things you can do work.
Them steps which mean more and more as you read deeper
You give me lots of sensible advice, you are like a Jedi Masters master.
This post felt relaxing, refreshing and full of hope.
ReplyDeleteI never heard of jessamine, I thought you were writing jasmine and did a typo :)
Still, the garden is having something at the presence of the gardener. You have become the gardener.
ReplyDeleteYou put smell in to words. How clever.
ReplyDeleteRain, just rain here. But I can see the garden beyond it. Wishing you a very happy weekend, Syd. Fishy xx
ReplyDeletelovely words here today.
ReplyDeleteMagical --
ReplyDeleteMary LA
This is a beautiful post and this is a very interesting blog.
ReplyDeleteI love the nature - I enjoy the simple pleasures it offers and the way it mastermind itself, with all its miracles and magic.