May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.

Come to the orchard in Spring.

Spring is Christ, Raising martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths open in gratitude, wanting to be kissed. The glow of the rose and the tulip means a lamp is inside. A leaf trembles. I tremble in the wind-beauty like silk from Turkestan. The censer fans into flame. This wind is the Holy Spirit. The trees are Mary.

My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own.

When the heart is open to the sun of grace, we see flowers blossom in their fragrance; these are seen to have profited by the word of God.

I will gather the daughters. Let them help lay out the garden of beauty. Let them fill the garden to overflowing with new blossoms. I perceive that one can expect a rapid sprouting of life in the New World (449)

And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

If April showers
Should come your way,
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May.

My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, Into thy garden; thine be happy hours
Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers, From root to crowning petal thine alone.

Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms.

Now that the April of your youth adorns
The garden of your face.

Spring advanced rapidly; the weather became fine, and the skies cloudless. It surprised me that what before was desert and gloomy should now bloom with the most beautiful flowers and verdure. My senses were gratified and refreshed by a thousand scents of delight, and a thousand sights of beauty.

When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.