Stories From My Garden: September 2018

Sunday, September 30, 2018

DD with ASHS Gr. 11 Realino Classmates & Friends - Sep. 2018

Now an Atenean attending Senior High School, our DD is happy and enjoys her second home, with new-found friends and classmates in school.

Thank you for this big blessing :)

DS with LU3 INTARMED 2023 Classmates & Friends - Sep. 2018

Second month in pictures of DS and his LU3 INTARMED 2023

classmates in the UP College of Medicine ---

Thank you for blessing our son with

kind block mates, good professors,

and generous opportunities, dear Lord. :)

{Photos courtesy of DS's iMED 2023 classmates and

Upperclassmen friends from the College of Medicine}

Fr. Janelle Uy, Sep. 5, 2018

Fr. Simoune Licuanan, Sep. 11, 2018

Fr. Mu Sigma Phi Frat, OS 203 Lower Ex Lab Review, Sep. 18, 2018

Friday, September 7, 2018

With DD at Sunnies Cafe & Torch

Fridate with my muse... :)

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

DS with Cadaver Table 17 Groupmates

DS with Cadaver Table 17 groupmates' 1st ever group photo 💖

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)