Dr Seuss Has Been In The Garden

Springtime has everything bursting forth with color and life all around me.

Cee’s black and white photo challenge this week asked us to take a few steps and capture what we saw.

This plant made me think that Dr. Seuss might have been in the garden.

Have a great week.


Poppy Vibrance





Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Vibrant Colors

Individually, We Are A Drop. Together We Are An Ocean.

Individually, we are one drop,

Together, we are an ocean. (Unknown)

We need each other. We are social beings and we are not meant to be alone.

Our heart has an amazing capacity. Without much effort at all, it refills-with love, compassion, and tenderness. If you don’t believe me, take notice the next time someone makes you angry. We don’t don’t stay angry forever.

Why do you think we try so hard to build walls and fortresses around our hearts?



We are afraid of being hurt, yet again.

I know. We desperately want to protect our hearts from pain.

But have you ever noticed how hard we have to work to build the protective walls and fortresses around the heart?

Have you ever thought about it?

It’s so easy to “say” that we will never love again, or no one will ever get that close again…but to maintain that stance actually is a lot of work.

Because, the heart returns to love as naturally as breathing.

Our heart fills to the brim and can’t help but overflow -we need to give AND receive love.

That is why the lack of love is so painful, why we search for others willing to accept the love we have to offer and are disappointed when we feel rejected.

Humans need to give and be given:





emotional support


companionship–sharing fun and laughter, play, adventure and everyday life


help -someone to have our back

Individually, we are a drop but together we are an ocean. Drop by drop, the ocean of love in our hearts streams outward without ever draining itself completely dry. The heart is constantly refilling.

And honestly, isn’t it worth the risk?

I’m not convinced we could stop if we tried. I think, the heart will always seek other hearts to accept its spillage. In fact, I’m pretty sure of it.

Go ahead, let drops begin to trickle outward…until the flow becomes a stream and together we produce an ocean of love.

Someone is thirsty for the compassion you have to give. And a hug is a great place to start (just in case, you need a little help to get going!) 🙂
Cee’s Black and White Challenge: Water From A Drop To An Ocean

Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Candid Photography




Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Candid Photography
Hope you are enjoying your weekend!

My Walk in Bluff This Morning

My flowers are blooming. Spring is here and I’m excited by the sun’s warmth today.
Just the motivation I needed for a walk today.
My husband agreed to come with me. He decided to check out the camping ground for a friend.
DSCF2342While he did that I snapped a couple of photos of a NZ magnolia. Being the novice photographer that I am, I didn’t get a great shot. Looks like I have more to learn yet. Don’t we all?
DSCF2347Played with a shot of the sea through the playground. A lot going on in that photo. Sometimes an idea works and sometimes it doesn’t.
DSCF2355We walked down to the light house because I knew there would be gardens blooming there and I love the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. That sound is calming, isn’t it?
I was right, blossoms are bursting forth. Look at that the water. It is glistening!
deeclarknz.comThe waves did not disappoint…can you just hear them? My troubles were splashing away as I stood there with my eyes closed breathing quietly…at least for a few moments anyway.
DSCF2381Moving along, as hubby doesn’t stay in one place for very long. Try as I might to get him to feel the moment, just breathe with me…he’s too busy for all that. lol. We are very different species, eh?
deeclarknz.comThe flowers along this path looked as if they were just waking, leaning toward the sunshine with the fresh morning dew covering their pedals.
We weren’t the only ones out enjoying the day. Tourists were taking in the view. I even took photos for a lady who drove down from Christchurch to have her hair done in Bluff. What? She really did.
deeclarknz.comLondon is 18,958km from here…too far to walk, I think.
Dog Island is closer. There are no dogs there but my husband says there are plenty of white pointers (sharks!) won’t be heading out there anytime soon either.
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Although, it made an interesting photo, someone smashed the glass baluster. What a shame.
Time to leave the point and head back home…
Just a conversation or two with the locals…
and a few more photographs along the way.

Hope you enjoyed walking with me.

Have a great day!




Finding Seedlings of Happiness Beneath the Weeds

September is the first of spring here although there are no guarantees for warmer weather for a while yet.

Anticipating spring and summer, I have been waiting for the garden fairy to come clean up my gardens. I’m not quite sure what her problem is as I have seen the work she has done in the yards all around me like the original energizer bunny of mulching and weeding. Major garden cleanup involving pruners and heavy cutting is NOT on my list of favorite gardening activities. Sadly, she just refused to show up at my house!

What’s that you say? No garden fairy? Shut the door!😩

My yard is extremely overgrown and looking more like a South American jungle then a place to relax with a glass of cold lemonade.

Good thing I decided to get out of my gardening funk and tackle it myself this week.

I grabbed my kitchen scissors and headed out to my jungle of a yard. Yes, scissors. I’m no gardener and sadly, scissors were the closest thing I had on hand to use as a garden tool. It made about as much sense as a surgeon with a butter knife. Nonetheless, it was what I had and I walked out of the house certain that I could take on this overgrown mess.

The first few weeks after we moved into this house last year, I was enthusiastic about tearing up these intruders. It even felt mildly satisfying, but with hectic schedules, life in general and winter weather, the chore soon wore thin. Even maddening—and my poor gardens fell into disrepair and became overgrown.

Once I got into it…ugh! no, it wasn’t therapeutic…shoot…I was optimistic but weeds and bugs and sand flies nipping at my ankles is not my idea of relaxation or mind calming therapy. It’s hard work! Yeah, I know, scissors didn’t help…you should see the callous on my thumb.

Complaining aside, something kind of wonderful happened. As I picked and pruned and tied and tidied plants that seemed to have grown the size of the Titanic, I made a few discoveries. Under all the weeds, and plants that had taken over more than their intended space, were beautiful little plants struggling to survive. Some were twisted and bending -attempting to squeeze their way up through the rubbish to reach the nourishing sunlight.

Finding these fragile little seedlings increased my enthusiasm for the task. They also made me think about my heart. While I am enjoying more wholeness everyday, my overgrown garden was a powerful metaphor for the overgrown intruders that had once prevented happiness and joy thriving within my heart.

Fear, not forgiving, bitterness, judgement, criticism and hatred were tiny at first. They seemed inconsequential and comforting solutions to events I was facing at their appearing. Mimicking a beautiful budding vine, they intertwined each other and slowly, insidiously, choked the life out of the beauty within my heart until joy began to die.

Necessary and painful weeding within my heart stripped the garden of my soul clean and exposed tender seedlings of happiness and joy twisting and bending -searching for the light of hope. Life, full life, was awaiting me but it required work on my part.

I began a step at a time for no overgrown garden is cleared in one go. I cried out for forgiveness. “Forgive us this day as we forgive those who trespass against us…” Because I received forgiveness and mercy, my heart softened and offering forgiveness and mercy became a choice I wanted to make.

I clipped back hatred and bitterness uncovered love which -by the way- is limitless when it begins to bloom.

I pulled up judgement and criticism that had mugged my compassion for others. Blossoms of friendship and stronger relationships began to flower and color my life.

Fear has been the most tangled weed to dig up. Most days, I’m braver. Some days, I’m not. However, it’s more manageable when I apply gratitude.

These days, the garden of my soul flourishes with contentment, hope, happiness and love. It sings praise and celebrates new life.

I’m exhausted after taming my garden jungle this week to regain control but I am also grateful. It reminded me that the necessary hard work is definitely worth the effort both in my yard and within my heart.

Let me encourage you to do a little digging…you might be surprised what you find buried beneath the rubbish.