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Between the fields where the flag is planted, there are 9+ miles of flower fieldsthat go all the way to the ocean. The flowers are grown by seed companies. It’s a beautiful place, close to Vandenberg AFB. Check out the dimensions of the flag…
The Floral Flag is 740 feet long and 390 feet wide and maintains the proper Flag dimensions, asdescribed in Executive Order #10834.
This Flag is 6.65 acres and is the first Floral Flag to be planted with 5 pointed Stars, comprised of WhiteLarkspur.
Each Star is 24 feet in diameter, each Stripe is 30 feet wide.... (more)
I am so aware of flowers these days, even in the dark. Although I cannot see them, I can smell the perfume of my flowers flowing through open windows, chasing away the stale air of winter. It seems to me that we traditionally surround the grieving with beauty in the form of flowers because they are living, sweet-smelling symbols of the beauty which surrounds their departed in heaven. Flowers soothe all of our senses and touch out inner spirits with a touch of heaven on earth.
Dating as far back as 1580 B.C., these flowers have long-held a role in ancient mythology. White lilies symbolize... (more)
...garden has turned into a magical place. Delight fastened to the edge of my nightgown, and I’m setting tiny fires with my fingertips.
Earliest of the northern flowering bulbs, the Iris Raniculata is forever associated with spring in my mind. Just looking at these amazingly blue little flowers makes my heart aglow. Suddenly my thoughts take a cheerful turn. One of these days, the cold northern winds will go back to their ancient place and snow will disappear completely, and like happy Irises, I will dwell outside amidst the rose bushes; rooted, contented and part of this amazing... (more)
...mind the mismatched combination of colors either, if they’re all pastels. I like different shades of pale pink together. There are so many shades of pink, and they all look beautiful together, to me.
Waking up under my new sheets this morning was like waking up in a meadow of tiny flowers… like sprinkles of petals; like a coral-bell meadow; or like a field of Queen Anne's lace in the sunlight, like the amaryllis that glittered above the pasture when I was a little girl living in a faraway country… a perpetual summer with flowers that fall like confetti and little... (more)
Deep in the valley of life and pain my heart sinks and things sting.
Deep in the valley of strife and fear my heart is weak and never seems pure.
Deep in the valley of sin and sorrow you give me a life and a new tomorrow.
Deep in the valley where I walk day to day I search for your Hand to take me one way.
Deep in the valley where I am alone at times only to find you near when I let go of fear.
Deep in my heart is the valley of life your love for me Jesus keeps me living this day.
Deep in the valley where I touch your sweet face I know I will win with... (more)
Summer dwindles away...
Summer sings a final hymn and paints the sky with brilliant flair...
Summer is a hopping rabbit getting ready for winter
And a wee baby turtle dreaming on the last magical leaf
Indian summer of the shadowy fields, lyric nights and enchanted gardens full of singing…
I am ready. My heart embraces the hope of autumn. I walk on the garden and wait for the falling leaf.
October's enchantment swirls around me…
Like a grasshopper’s horn I hear it;
High in the maples its voices ring.
The holiday love storm known as Valentine's Day tosses up cupid and the subject of love in our face every year. As a result, our heartfelt emotions get twisted in patterns of thought regarding the abundance of love or lack of love in our lives. In the midst of these winds of change, when our love life rolls through our hearts like a hail filled hurricane, choose to stand in the eye of the storm. Maybe it is the opposite, maybe love has not passed through your life in years and you are waiting for the faintest breeze of your Prince or Princess charming to blow through before you faint from years... (more)
We are surrounded—delimited by zillions of diminutive bodies-creatures of the atmosphere… invading the atmosphere; tailoring the air in intricate winged designs… minuscule bodies meandering the melody of the early evening air… zigzagging invisible paths.
And there are those tingle of spider webs made out of gold and thin air too. Spider web that seem to twinkle and dance from the rooftops down to the garden’s floor when agitated by light...
It’s the enchantment of the summer evenings in the garden. And I am here—clinging to the magic of the moment; racing against time; racing... (more)
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