Watered Garden

A garden. Where it all began. Where flowers and fruit bloom in colours bright, nestled amongst the foliage vibrant and lush. A delightful confection of shapes, sizes, smells and textures. All around you can witness life begin as a tiny shoot, aiming for the sky. Possibilities flower as the magical confluence of wind, water and sunlight cause graceful whorls of green to emerge from the earth. It's a place of hope, joy and manifold pleasures. Take a walk and be refreshed.

Friday, December 12, 2025

Nine strong

As the poet* put it I do wonder what you and I did till we loved

How was it possible that life though

full and rich was, yet incomplete?

Marriage being the true expression of how you and I are meant to worship God,

To glorify Him through each other.

So much joy, laughter and fulfilment - who knew?

Even as I was challenged, perplexed and discouraged.

Nine years have flown by and

I give thanks for every minute

Especially the tough ones.

Love is a word that now has

So many colours and nuances

Voluptuous and delicious.

I am ever grateful for it all.

And I look forward to it all.

*John Donne’s The Good Morrow