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I love Luda’s blog and today, I am utmost grateful for it.
My friend Luda is extremely passionate about cooking, healing, volunteering, reading, and gardening among many other wonderful things. If you’re interested in creating your very own healing organic garden, she’s your gal. You can stop by her wonderful ‘About’ page and learn more about the woman behind the blog.
Her love and passion shine throughout her posts which are lovingly crafted. I learn so many things whenever I pop in for a visit and it has enriched my life in so many ways. She hosts a variety of content including how to host the perfect dinner party, how to make more out of your outdoors and the benefits of moss gardening. Her posts are inspiring and they’ll make you want to start a garden or beautify your house in ways you never thought of before.
This is another blog that I am very much grateful for!
Reema has made gardening simplified. Whether you’re new to gardening, an expert, or simply interested in it as a hobby and not quite sure how to proceed, then Reema is your girl. She writes about flowers (who can resist such beauty anyway?), pots, farming, mulching etc.
I take away something new each time I visit. Like Luda, one can feel Reema’s passion in her well-crafted posts for agriculture.
I enjoy and love these two wonderful blogs. I may not have my own garden as yet, but I am learning a lot and I am thankful for all the great tips and advice they’ve been dishing out. Ladies, thank you and keep doing what you do. 💙
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Like a flower opening its petals to greet the world, the sun rose over the most romantic city its light filling the sky; pure scattered light illuminated Paris bringing the legendary city to life.
The picturesque morning made many Parisians smile as they went about the day, but Monsieur Raoul Gilles grumbled as the scent of Spring fills his nostrils. He disliked this time of the year for it was the most romantic time for lovesick locals and flowers overflowed from almost every store.
“ACHOOO!!” he sneezed as he made his way down rue des Saints-Pères not paying attention to where he was walking and grumbling about Spring ruining his sinuses so that’s why the question caught him off guard.
“Would you care to buy a bouquet of freshly cut roses?”
Gilles stops abruptly after realizing that he was at the end of rue des Saints-Pères and slowly turned around to face the soft sing-song voice. It belonged to a woman not much older than twenty-five standing outside of a small flower shop with baskets of flowers at her feet. The sun rays cascaded onto the reddish curly hair and small bare shoulders and danced on the smattering of freckles across her cheeks giving her an impish glow.
But it was her bright eyes which made him stare. The striking, yet soft baby blue eyes remained wide open, a perfect Spring sky! His breath hitched in his throat. He had never seen eyes this beautiful!
The woman waited, holding out to Gilles an armful of luscious red roses. When he didn’t express a wish to buy a bouquet, she offered, “Or do you prefer lilies, tulips, or some other Spring flowers?”
Gilles shook out of his stupor. “I um, actually don’t like flowers.” The woman’s radiant smile fell from her face and he quickly adds, “I’m allergic to the pollen.”
“Oh,” she said and nods in understanding.
“But I’ll take a bouquet of tulips. “Gilles hurriedly said just as she made to turn to go inside the shop. “My sister is unwell and she’ll truly appreciate them.”
The smile on the woman’s face was back and all was right in the world again for that’s the only expression that looked right with her Spring eyes. She told him the price for the tulips and he reached into his messenger bag to retrieve his wallet. Once he had the required cash, he held the money out so he can take his purchase, but this gesture wasn’t met half way. She was facing him wrong and she held the bouquet of lilacs like she was waiting for it to be taken from her instead of handing it off to him.
Gilles stared at the woman and noticed two things he didn’t before: her exceptionally beautiful eyes hardly diluted and a blue cane leaned on the open door. He was so preoccupied with the woman’s face that he failed to notice that she was blind.
Chuckling, he took the flowers from her hand and pressed the money into the soft palm of her hand. “I better go,” he said.
Her face brightens. “Thank you for purchasing flowers. I hope the rest of your day passes well.”
“And same to you, my lady. Same to you.”
Gilles sneezed all the way back to work, but he was in a happier mood than when he woke up to the Parisian Spring and after reading the attached poetry to the bouquet, something tells him that he’ll be back to Mademoiselle Flowers soon.
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My blog is more or less flower themed anyway. The signature at the end of most of my posts contains flowers and my background image is a flower. Anyway, let’s get down to business.
This month, I’ll be more active when it comes to checking in with the blogs I follow, but I’ll be posting here and there. I’ll also be changing my blog header quite a bit as my homage to Spring (mostly flowers). I wanted to give the blog a Spring feel as I did for Fall last year, but I know I won’t have the time or energy to do so; I’ll just change my header every now and then to commemorate this beautiful season!
I am also making some changes where it concerns the daily scriptures: they’re now going to be weekly. Last month, I said I wanted to work on the social media articles, but I didn’t get around to doing it. I may make an attempt again this month.
I had another challenge in mind, but when I came across this one…
…on Pinterest, I decided to do it although I’ve read it halfway.
Blessed avril to all!
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“Where flowers bloom so does hope.”
Claudia Alta “Lady Bird” Johnson
Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower and draws all good things towards you. – Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. – Albert Camus
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