Flaming Flowers

Amy did indeed get to go outside and smell the lilacs.

 My little lilac bush didn’t do quite as well as last year as far as producing blooms, but Amy still found some that were just her height.

 She climbed the porch railing to get close to even more.

 Hidden in the leaves.

She went next door and found what she called ‘wedding veil’ flowers.

Amy asked what the humans call these flowers. I told her I am rather ignorant as to what we call most flowers. “I bet we don’t call them such a beautiful title as wedding veil flowers. Prolly some awful name, like what we named rhododendrons or hydrangeas or something.”

 Amy giggled. We walked to another house that had a whole bunch of varieties of lilacs.

 “Do you call all flowers different names than we humans do?” I asked her.

“No,” she answered,

  “We call roses roses, and lilacs lilacs, and we keep the same name for daisies, snapdragons, tiger lilies, irises, pansies and probably other flowers I’m not remembering.”

 “Ooo! What do you humans call these?” she asked.

“I believe they’re called phlox.”

“Phlox!?! What a funny little name! I kind of like it!”

“Phlox means flame in Greek.”

“Oooh! How neat! Pentecost flowers!! These are so special!!!”
“Yes!!! Ooo! I love these flowers too! And today is Pentecost!!!”

“Oooh look at this! A whole tree of flowers! Like a weeping willow tree!”

 “I have no idea what kind of tree this is,” I said.

 “They’re so pretty!”

 Indeed they were. Amy set herself up almost like sitting on a throne. “They’re like bunches of grapes but they’re flowers!”

 “Oooh! Amy! Look at these irises! They match your dress perfectly!”

 “All of these flowers do!”

 “I love spring!”

“Flaming flowers for Pentecost Sunday!”

Come Holy Ghost

1. Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest,
Vouchsafe within our souls to rest;
Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid
And fill the hearts which Thou hast made.

2. To Thee, the Comforter, we cry,
To Thee, the Gift of God Most High,
The Fount of life, the Fire of love,
The soul’s Anointing from above.

3. The sevenfold gifts of grace are Thine,
O Finger of the Hand Divine;
True promise of the Father Thou,
Who dost the tongue with speech endow.

4. Thy light to every thought impart
And shed Thy love in every heart;
The weakness of our mortal state
With deathless might invigorate.

5. Drive far away our wily Foe
And Thine abiding peace bestow;
If Thou be our protecting Guide,
No evil can our steps betide.

6. Make Thou to us the Father known,
Teach us the eternal Son to won
And Thee, whose name we ever bless,
Of both the Spirit, to confess.

7. Praise we the Father and the Son
And Holy Spirit, with them One;
And may the Son on us bestow
The gifts that from the Spirit flow! Amen.

-Heather

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About jackylina

Hi, I'm Heather (the human) and Jacky (the doll) wanted us to start a blog together about all the dolls in my room. I collect 18"dolls such as American Girl, Carpatina, Magic Attic, and Kidz n Cats. I love dressing them up and creating photo stories for you to enjoy! I'm a Christian and you will see a Christian influence in this blog because I can't help glorifying the Lord!
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4 Responses to Flaming Flowers

  1. Sassafras says:

    Happy Pentecost Sunday (well, a day late)! That dress is beautiful on Amy. I love all the purple! 🙂 I’m surprised you still have irises in bloom; all ours are already gone.

  2. Guyloup says:

    I discover your blog with immense pleasure.
    This post is a pleasure for the eyes, the heart, and the soul.

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