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Gratitude Friday...flowers

Each Friday, I invite you to click over to Diana Strinati Baur's blog. Diana is the founder of the Gratitude Friday Club, and has a list of the club members on her blog...check them out too, your heart will be lifted by the wonderful expressions of gratitude!

(My apologies for being late this week...I'm backdating to Friday, but am really posting this on Saturday...oops!)

I am grateful for flowers (who isn't?!) Their beauty ranges from delicate pastel shades to bold splashes of brilliant colour. Doesn't it lift your heart to see the first blooms of spring after all the white and grey and brown of winter? Wildflowers are my favourites. Here in Nova Scotia, we are blessed with a wealth of wild flowers...Queen Anne's lace and buttercups and daisies spreading across fields, lady's slippers and trilliums hiding in the woods, water lilies floating in ponds, blue flag irises tucked into the edges of marshes, lupins run rampant along roadsides. Many of our wild flowers are considered weeds by many people, but I love them. Unfortunately, they are hard to capture on film...they end up looking scraggly in photos, instead of vibrantly full of life, or else I simply don't have my camera along when I come across these lovely jewels of nature.

Most of the following photos are of cultivated beauty, but still...aren't they glorious!? :)

If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom. ~Audra Foveo

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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. ~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat

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Earth laughs in flowers. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Hamatreya"

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Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul. ~The Koran

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The flower offered of itself
And eloquently spoke
Of Gods
In languages of rainbows
Perfumes
And secret silence...

~Phillip Pulfrey, from Love, Abstraction and other Speculations, www.originals.net

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