Wednesday, July 6, 2011

For Aunt Jean...

My mother-in-law left behind the most incredible
perennial beds and, while I'm still getting accustomed to
the amount of time and work they require (they're
flowers, people!), I truly am appreciating and
enjoying the beauty they hold.
My Aunt Jean always had gorgeous flower beds
and I remember her cutting and arranging the most
exquisite bouquets to bring along to church on Sunday
mornings, sharing the beauty of God's creation
with her church family. I always thought that
was such a neat way to share her passion and bless
others! I haven't brought any bouquets to church
yet, but I thought I'd share some corners of our
garden with you. And Aunt Jean, if you're reading,
I hope you enjoy the tour...I can't wait to give you
the real-life version!

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Stars they are, wherein we read our history,
As astrologers and seers of eld;
Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery,
Like the burning stars, which they beheld.

Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous,
God hath written in those stars above;
But not less in the bright flowerets under us
Stands the revelation of His love.

Bright and glorious is that revelation,
Written all over this great world of ours;
Making evident our own creation,
In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.

And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing,
Sees, alike in stars and flowers, a part
Of the self-same, universal being,
Which is throbbing in his brain and heart.

Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining,
Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day,
Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining,
Buds that open only to decay;

Brilliant hopes, all woven in gorgeous tissues,
Flaunting gayly in the golden light;
Large desires, with most uncertain issues,
Tender wishes, blossoming at night!

In all places, then, and in all seasons,
Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings,
Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons,
How akin they are to human things.

And with childlike, credulous affection
We behold their tender buds expand;
Emblems of our own great resurrection,
Emblems of the bright and better land.

-excerpts from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's


  1. Angela, this is a really wonderful tribute.

  2. Looking forward to seeing them in person :)