Stories From My Garden: December 2018

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Monday, December 24, 2018

At the Church of the Gesu

Christmas Eve Mass at our beloved Church of the Gesu...

Friday, December 21, 2018

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

DD at the ASHS Gr. 11 Realino Christmas Party

Back on Jan. 3, 2019! :)

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

With Sandy at Sweet Inspirations

Christmas get-together :)

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Saturday, December 8, 2018

At TESOL Claret, Towards Last Day

Finally! :)

Sunday, December 2, 2018

DD's TD Home Visit

Tulong Dunong home visit by the Gr. 11-Realino class --

At the San Roque Elementary School in Marikina...

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)

Stories From My Garden