A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
A sunbeam-lit Bougainvillea hedge
Keep memory alive in a pot of beauty.
It was last year that I wrote on Beautiful Bougainvillea, so at the risk of being repetitive I am posting these pictures of the beauty that surrounds me, to share it with you. The motivational gurus say if you want to be smart surround yourself with smart people. I reckon if you want to be beautiful surround yourself with beauty. And where can one find beauty at its best but in a garden.
I just could not helped being amazed at the lovely tangerine/pink Bougainvillea that I woke up to one morning, and met its beauty in a moment. I mean it had been there all along, growing quietly and unnoticed until one morning it just said ” hello there , it’s re-bloom time again!” And re-bloom it has, together with the other Bougainville’s in my garden.
It was John Keats who wrote in his poem Endymion ” a thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its beauty increases.” I don’t think that we can be in a garden and fully appreciate the loveliness of nature in all its forms. Amazingly God first created a garden and then man, to care and maintain it. What a setting He created for man, and for the story of man, to unfold itself from – a garden! Not the cosmos, not a distant star or a shallow pool of chemical soup – no, a garden !
One of the lessons I like to take from the garden is the grace of the re-bloom. Just when you think you have ‘arrived’ reached the top of the pile with nowhere else to go , or sunk so low that you cannot breathe with the waters of despair wallowing around you, or all is so futile and irrelevant – and begin to think what really matters in life?, or even when all seems done and dusted, there is then the time of the re-bloom. Re-bloom – it’s a thread woven into the life of the Garden. And into the garden of Life it is called the second chance, or the grace of God. It is a thing woven in and throughout the fabric of life – our lives and the principles in nature. I have been heard to whisper (even if only in my own mind) – it’s never over till it’s over.
And that is perhaps why I relate so strongly to the Bougainvillea, apart from its beauty and the sheer joy it gives in its abundant profusion of colourful little petals that have the capacity to mass itself in awesome displays, for those along the highway of life.
And if you pass by that way often, you will encounter their re-bloom, and then remember for yourself – the grace of God, the God of the second chance.
Bougainvillea a thing of beauty indeed.