When we welcome in the month of September, I always feel grateful knowing that the garden has made it through another summer season.

Sometimes, at this time of year, our emotions seem to mirror what we see in nature.

Stretch your wings beyond your imagination!

As I was preparing for a Giving Thanks Circle, I searched for God’s voice and guidance. His words always teach me to see from my heart with a greater vision. His unfailing, everlasting love creates understanding and trust inside all of us.

August is the 8th month of the year and the 8 often makes me think of infinity and how we are all part of one big continuous cycle.

A place of peace and comfort can be created with the precious love of God. His harmonic words teach us that He is always with us to help us regenerate and refill with His favor and gracious blessings.

Joy is renewing one’s heart and soul with the peace gifted from the love of our Heavenly Father.

Upon a return from a late morning visit to the beach, I unpacked my favorite sun bleached beach bag a sketch pad, pencils and a book I treasure, Gift from the Sea, authored by Anne Morrow Lindberg. I love to revisit it during the summer months.

July, for me, is the beginning of summer season with longer, warmer days that start with the special birthday for our Great Nation and its freedom and liberties.

With the arrival of sun-drenched days that creep long into the evening hours, July is the celebration of the birth of our great nation and the official beginning of the summer.

As I sit with my tea (my morning comfort time), I reflect upon this past season and all we have endured through this historic time of uncertainty.

To prepare for the longer (and warmer) days of summer, I read through some of my garden journal notes from previous years for some insightful reminders.

As another day opens to a new season, I know many of us have spent the last several weeks finding ways to  create joy.

I love getting lost in my garden, whether I’m venturing out for a day of work or sitting down to enjoy the lush beauty that surrounds me. I may begin my day with a roadmap of chores, however, I find that the garden teaches me otherwise.

I am awakened by an early morning orchestra of birds. This morning sounds like a celebration; it sounds like joy. This sound is a most precious announcement of the new spring season.

I have always loved to garden ever since I was young. It is all thanks to Margaret who gave me my first gardening class.

This poem was put on my heart and I am sharing it with the hopes of encouraging and inspiring all.

“Everything is perfect when you create from your heart…” — Ssusan’s Rule 101