Flowers Bring Joy

I wish I had words to describe the sensory delight in seeing, touching,  and smelling these flowers freshly picked from my garden.

The fragrance of the gardenia is ethereal.

 It permeates the room and brings joy to my heart.

 Selecting just the right vase and arranging the flowers is therapy for me.

 Several roses, lace-cap hydrangea, endless summer hydrangea, and  pink spirea.

Merritt's Supreme hydrangea

Coleus.

Agapanthus.

Pink Spirea.

One of my four season statuaries.

 From my neighbors yard. Perfection!
 Also, from my neighbors yard. I want to find out  the name of this plant.

 The glory of an agapanthus unfolding.

White hydrangea called First White.

My daughter gave me the statuary of the sweet birds. I cherish things my children give me. Flowers are white penta's.

 And this was the glorious sky as I strolled through the garden making pictures and being thankful to God for so many blessings.

“All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the LORD blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.”   Isaiah 40:11

Linking to: Metamorphosis Monday, Wow Us Wednesday and Open  House Thursday.