In The Garden
I will be forever in awe at the variety, detail and beauty of God’s many creations. Some of the most obvious examples to many of us are the flowers that adorn virtually every land across the globe. While in Ireland, we took a short photo-tour of the gardens at the Muckross House in Killarney National Park. While the house was itself was very impressive, and has a storied past that included a visit by Queen Victoria, the gardens and arboretum at the premises are outstanding. I have no idea how many people are employed to maintain the grounds, but it must be a small army of very talented folks. This first slideshow shows some of the many plant species we photographed there. (If you mouse over the slideshow, you can control the movement from one image to the next.)
Near the end of my week-long stay in Ireland, I traveled to the south coast village of Cobh. Along the way I spent a couple hours at the Botanical Garden in Fota. The foliage displays at Fota are very extensive and offer a tremendous variety of plants between the garden-proper and the arboretum. Looking back, I wish I would have taken the time to jot down the names of several of the flowers, but I guess not having that information gives me one more reason to return!
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.