Stories From My Garden: June 2014

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Father's Day 2014

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO MY DH! <3

The greatest gift I ever had
Came from God; I call him Dad!
~Author Unknown

Friday, June 6, 2014

DD at Taylor Swift's The Red Tour Concert

Our DD

is super excited,

ecstatic,

and just pure happy!

Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know
somebody you've never met
But loving him was red...
Taylor Swift, "RED"

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Dancing Queen At Steps's 20th Dance Concert at the CCP (2nd Run)

Dancing Queen and her group danced in Act 1 of Concert B
(2nd run of Steps' 20th Anniversary Dance Concert)

CZERNY (Gina as one of the Emeralds)
Original Choreography by Tony Fabella
Re-staged by Eurica Aysa Balagtas
Music by Karl Czerny

On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined.

Lord Byron

God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)