I have so many pictures of the flowers and plants that fill our courtyard that I want to share with you. This oasis. This sanctuary. This place where we find peace and solitude during the global crisis.
This home in Colonia San Antonio, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.
Flowers speak for themselves. They don’t need words to make themselves more beautiful. Unless the words are contained in a song.
Flowers and songs work well togther.
And no song is better than Van Morrison’s “In the Garden.”
So, I’m just going to get out of the way and let the flowers and Van Morrison’s song speak for themselves. I’ll post the lyrics between pictures in case you want to follow along.
The streets are always wet with rain After a summer shower when I saw you standin' In the garden in the garden wet with rain You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow As we watched the petals fall down to the ground And as I sat beside you I felt the Great sadness that day in the garden And then one day you came back home You were a creature all in rapture You had the key to your soul And you did open that day you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine And you were a violet color as you Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden The summer breeze was blowin' on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden And you went into a trance Your childlike vision became so fine And we heard the bells inside the church We loved so much And felt the presence of the youth of Eternal summers in the garden
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly Born again you were and blushed And we touched each other lightly And we felt the presence of the Christ Within in our hearts In the garden
And I turned to you and I said No guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the father in the garden
Listen no guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost In the garden, wet with rain No guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature and the Father And the Son and the Holy Ghost In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father in the garden -- Van Morrison, "In the Garden"