I miss my morning walks with Tipper since she went to doggie heaven a few years ago. I was trying to get her back into form so to speak. She had gained so much weight over the winter months that she waddled and had problems getting up on the sofa. It broke my heart to see her pleading look at me from her new bed next to mine because I could no longer lift her to sleep with me. That was not the whole meaning of my walks though. I too had gained those extra pounds that needed to come off. The whole meaning of my walks with her would be lost though when I saw what nature was blooming all around me.
|Hiroshima Cherry Tree 2016|
|New growth on the rose bushes|
As I would round the corner with Tipper, this awesome display of white and purple blossoms strikes me with it's beauty. These two dogwood trees were planted years ago by the current owner's grandfather and it was so nice talking with him and watching the respect on his face as he talked about his grandfather.
|Dogwood in neighborhood|
These traditional spring flowers have a whole legend about them that is so significant of this time of year and the whole Easter season.
My yard is again alive with Violets growing among the grassy edges. To my wonder their beauty still surrounds me in my neighbors garden among the lily of the valley.
As I continue along my walk I am reminded of why we are on this earth and what beauty God has given us for our enjoyment. There is a suggestion that my day lilies may be coming up. We will see if they bloom this year.