Last night, I discovered that dear Natalie, the lady with the most beautiful blog I’ve ever seen, has passed on to be with her Creator. For the past two hours, I’ve been looking through her blog for something to share. There is so much goodness and beauty here! I used to wonder why, especially over the past year with her challenging medical issues, did she post so many times per day. Now, I understand that she wanted to spread as much goodness and hope as she could with the time she had. Natalie had a talent for pulling together inspiring and encouraging quotes with beautiful images. She also took gorgeous photos of the flowers in her own garden which you’ll see in this post. I urge you to go through Natalie’s blog if you haven’t done so or even if you have. I’m imagining and believing that Natalie is now dancing in heaven’s magnificent garden. Maybe she’s humming a little tune as she takes care of the roses or tends the sunflowers. I will miss you like crazy and remember you always, dear Natalie, but I know you are home and at peace.
Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The morning-glories on the wall,
The pansies in their patch of shade,
The violets, stolen from a glade,
The bleeding hearts and columbine,
Have long been garden friends of mine;
But memory every summer flocks
About a clump of hollyhocks.
~Edgar A. Guest
You may have noticed that I’ve been posting lots of photos of hollyhocks lately. Why? There are two reasons: first because they are one of my favorite flowers and secondly because the hollyhock is a flowering plant of such antiquity that it was found at a neanderthal burial site, where it had stood as a silent sentry for eons. And then after the neanderthal era the hollyhock, a member of the mallow family, was grown in religious gardens around churches and monasteries, and hollyhock seeds were included in the cargo on early ships to the Americas.
So the tall, showy hollyhock…
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