Stories From My Garden: Last Holiday Treat

Monday, January 3, 2011

Last Holiday Treat

As our last holiday treat before school starts again tomorrow, we brought the kids to watch The Great American Circus this evening. They both agreed this was better than last Dec. 27's Chinese Circus because they were all the more greatly amazed by the stunts and daredevil acts from the performers.

Here is one photo from the circus --

We grabbed a late dinner afterwards from a popular pizza-pasta restaurant chain, and then headed home. We have to hit the sack now for an early day tomorrow -- it's back to school for Migs and Gina, and likewise back to work for me and DH!

We all thank the Lord for a great Christmas holiday, and claim more blessings for the year 2011. There are lots of things in store for us and the kids this new year, and we are eagerly awaiting these big things from the Lord.

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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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)