~Daisies...English White Rose...Babies Breath~ I looked everywhere for an English White Rose bush that would be hardy for the Sask Prairie Winters... Found nothing. Daisies...sweet and innocent... Everyone was sold out this time of year. When i was a little girl the very first thing i remember learning about God was...his breathing his breath of life into humans...in the garden...separating us from the animals He created first. This bothered me...a lot. So...i started sharing my breath with any animals i loved. I would breath deep into the animals nostrils... And fully believed that animal would go to Heaven when it passed... Because i shared my breath of God. I know to most of you this will sound terribly silly... So childish... Grow up already... But... I still do it. The first thing i do when a puppy is born...is breath deep into its nostrils. The baby learns the scent of human...absorbing unconditional lifetime love. The baby also...in my world...will go to Heaven ;) I believe... That God is like the most amazing Daddy ever. That He absolutely hates wasting anything He created. So... When the very best of pets pass here... They go to Heaven and become astounding pets for all the babies that passed from this earth far to young to ever take a first breath...or have a special pet here. They romp and play and absorb all of Heavens splendor... Embraced by their Human baby. Meadows, brooks, streams, flowers, forests, oceans...sand. Consumed with giggles and squeals of delight over new found fun and treasures. While we grieve down here... I know a party is happening there. If God knows when each Sparrow falls... How much more a baby...a pet...a loved one by us...His kids. Two graves... Two mounds of fresh dirt. Diesel...a black Lab who came all the way from England with his family last summer...passed late in the fall. We planted him here in Yellow Rose Memory Garden. I wanted to plant a White English Rose bush for his native land... But found none to survive our winter. Prairi Autumn Sky...aka Sako...one of our first grandpuppies. Passed away three weeks ago after a tragic accident. Sako is planted in Yellow Rose Memory Garden beside her dad. Her original family had requested Daisies be planted on her grave. Everyone was sold out. Two mounds of fresh dirt. Once i plant...i never disturb the soil again. I filled a flat of all sorts of beautiful...colourful perennials... They will bloom and spread and carpet the soil that embraces our loved ones. Then my eye saw the Babys Breath... Perfect. I bought all they had left. I will plant this on each grave. The flowers will bloom and bring delightful scent to my memory garden. The bodies embraced by the soil below... Well.... They romp and play and absorb all of Heavens splendor... Embraced by their Human baby. Meadows, brooks, streams, flowers, forest, oceans....sand. Consumed with giggles and squeals of delight over new found fun and treasures. And God... Our Daddy... Who knows when every Sparrow falls... Will remind me of the party in Heaven every time the wind blows... Stirring up the angelic scent... And I will forget the agony of grief... And know without a doubt... Our beloved pets breath the breath... Of Heavenly Babys Breath~
Posted on: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 16:29:06 +0000
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