Beautiful little things

Today’s post will be related to the most beautiful quotes about flowers and nature. We live in a world that is evolving so fast in all aspects; we forget to see around us, the beautiful earth that we own. When you were on the way to your job, you make a stop to contemplate your surroundings? A tree, a flower, anything? Try it!

I invite you to appreciate the little things that bring joy to our lives and remind us that is a miracle that we’re here today. I’ll leave you with the following quotes that can make you feel more inspired, appreciated and happy.

Thanks for reading!

  • Wherever you are, be all there. – Jim Elliot
  • Bloom where you are planted. – Unknown
  • You belong among the wildflowers. You belong somewhere you feel free. – Tom Petty
  • Just living is not enough… One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. – Hans C. Andersen
  • Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower and draws all good things towards you. – Maharishi M. Yogi
  • Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. – Gerard De Nerval
  • Be honest, be nice, be a flower not a weed. – Aaron Neville
  • A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man, cannot live without love. – Max Muller
  • May the flower remind us why the rain was so necessary. – Xan Oku
  • To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow. – Audrey Hepburn
  • Like wildflowers; you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would. – E.V
  • There are always flowers for those who want to see them. -Henry Matisse
  • If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever. – Alfred L. Tennyson
  • Somedays I am the flowers, somedays, I am the rain. – Pavana
  • Happiness blooms from within. – Unknown
  • Like flowers, we can also choose to bloom. – The goddess rebellion
  • It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses.  – Colette
  • I must have flowers, always, and always. – Claud Monet
  • A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in, what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars. -Victor Hugo
  • What we do see depends mainly on what we look for… In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportsmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them. – John Lubbock
  • The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. – Tennessee Williams.
  • Spring: a lovely reminder of how beautiful change can truly be. – Unknown.

A spring poem

We’re in March already! The spring is right around the corner, and we’ll be pleased to admire the exquisite splendor of flowers. Continuing with the previous post, I’d like to share one beautiful poem about this magnificent season.

Hope you like it.

Thanks for all the comments, support, and readings.


Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –

When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;

Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush

Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring

The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;

The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush

The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush

With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.


What is all this juice and all this joy?

A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning

In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,

Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,

Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,

Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins


A Poem For Rose

Here’s a short poem, submitted by one of our frequent visitors, Anastacia! What do you think?

I sat here, looking at the roses in the garden.
My garden.
I sat here and saw beauty.
Beauty, so tender, so fragile.
I sat here and saw pain.
Hooking pain, so deep, so strong.
I sat here and saw hope.
Hope to overcome, hope to lend my love to the world.
I sat here, looking at the roses in the garden.
And in that moment, I understood it all.
Beauty has its flaws.
But in flaws, perfection is found.

Purple Beauty

Isn’t there just something lovely and melancholic about Wisteria? This lovely photo was snapped by Abigail, one of our constant readers.

Thanks for this one, Abi! Hope to get more from you soon!

Maria, I Did It

Today’s submission comes from Peter with a love note to his wife. He writes:


Remember how you said I wouldn’t be able to raise Petunias? Well, I’d like to tell you that I did it! I hope that you can visit them when you come back from your travels.

Much love,


Missing Summer

We got this submission from Brad. He goes on to write:

“What you see here is where Canola oil comes from. The yellow flowers you see are what we call Rapeseed or Rapaseed. It’s usually grown primarily for animal feed or to be turned int Canola oil. Before harvest, it’s a pretty great sight: unending fields of yellow–as far as the eye can see!”

Thanks for your informative post, Brad! We really appreciate it!


Today, we have a lovely submission from one of our dedicated readers, Shelly.

Shelly shared this photo from her trip to Japan. There is something that’s just lovely about sitting down beneath a cherry blossom tree in full bloom.

Thanks, Shelly! We’re praying for more safe travels for you!

Where It Never Ends

I went to the place you kept telling me about today.  It made me remember those moments where we talked as if we had all the time in the world. I wish you could have seen this with me but I know that somehow…you were there too. As your soul takes flight, my love, find another place for us. A place  Somewhere it never ends. I’ll see you again. I promise.



Today’s incredible submission is from one proud parent!

My darling Jenna,

I still remember the time when you just asked to stop in order to take this snapshot. I told you it was beautiful and I don’t ever want you to stop pursuing your talent–no matter what other people say. I want you to remember that with a click of your finger, you’re able to transport people to different places and alter moods with the images you catch. Whenever I look at this, I feel so weightless–as if I didn’t have a care in the world. I’m so proud of you.

I love you to pieces, my sunburst.



I know we don’t always see eye to eye but I hope that one day–maybe off in the future, after you’ve spent enough time away from me and home–that you’ll understand all that I’ve ever done is for you.

You’re as adventurous as your father and as stubborn as I am. We’ll just have to trust that we’ve done our job right. I shall miss you, my darling Lori.


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