Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Feng Shui Of Yard Work

 Do you believe in Feng Shui? The ancient Chinese tradition of finding the N.E.W.S. or the North, East, West and South ern part of where you are on part of the Earth? As in globally speaking the alignment of things, living and non-living things as it inter-connect with the life cycle of everything on this planet. Our planet is alive and well, meaning there is growth and constant changes, therefore it is not stagnant. As I looked to the yard outside and see so many birds chirping and tweeting it is a remarkable ways of learning. Sometimes you are learning just from the ordinary set of things to the most complex of human mind and whatever lies beyond is up to you to decipher.

This morning at sunrise I realized that the eastern part is located right there at our backyard and the western part is at the front house. While the sun is trying to peek in through those mighty galant trees of douglas fir, birch and spruce a flock of birds appeared and flew right there to the higher bigger trees so I got ready with my camera once again and aimed at those flying eagles. Only to be dismayed there are flock of black hawks and ravens. I told myself, next time I'll catch a glimpse of bigger better and stunning eagles with its wings flapping gloriously in the sky.

My husband started his yardwork here in our yard after laboriously finished his yardwork at the 31 unit townhouses that he manages for more than 16 years. He told me I have to see how marvellous and beautiful the garden and lawn in that area. I know it is. Great maintenance and care in that area that nobody wants to move out there.

I tried to help him outside by taking those torn and old stems from the roses. He already cut those unnecessary old rotten branches and weeds at the rose garden and while I was throwing those rotten old branches of the roses one thorn grab my right leg abruptly hitting my leg's vein. Ouch! I could scream bloody hell but I didn't. Somebody has to tell me to cry when it hurts. Yeah dunno how to react. I must have been autistic! For God sake!


Oh my God! I am alive!! So there you go if your eyes and vision is sharp my vein is swollen right now. Applied antibiotic ointment right away. I continued weeding the rose garden area. By the way, two young kids arrived and asked for donation for the Killer Whales team.

So this it for Black Saturday. What the roses meant for somebody else is the new kind of remembering that roses are beautiful but full of thorns. Consider that the rose is an ugly flower okay? The beauty of a flower is not to be considered the beauty of one's character and precisely roses is not my favorite flower. I still consider mums, orchids, sampaguita, camia, lilac, iris, ylang-ylang and some other sweet smelling flowers as my flower of choice for bouquet. Let us continue our stargazing once again.