what is {true} love?

"so there's this boy, Grace, and - and I kind of like him. what do you think?" 

"what do I think, eh? well, let's see. love is patient."  

"oh! I've been patient. I have been liking him for three months now, but have not told him this. I'm waiting for the right time and have determined to wait, which takes patience, right?" 

"love is kind, though." 

"he's nice and kind and gentle. he definitely has qualities I like to see in a guy." 

"but lastly, love never fails." 

how long does a relationship last? a week? a month? a year or two?

is this truly what God intended love to be?  one day giving your heart to someone, to be trampled in the mud the next. 

is love just a status? merely an announcement to the world that "you're okay." you are going to make the status quo, because you are hanging onto another man's arm. only then to be changed to "single" again and again.

is love a selfish want of affection? for your "true love" fondle you with attention, and jealousy overcomes the relationship if the other has "feelings" for another person. 

is love truly suppose to hurt? for your heart to be shattered into pieces, over and over, again before "Mr. Right" comes along. 

my answer is no. because...

 love suffers long and is kind. love does not envy. love does not behave itself rudely. love is not puffed up. love does not seek its own. love rejoices in the truth. love bears all things. love endures all things. and love never ever EVER fails.   

to-day's love is defined as a mere status, a wavering feeling.

true love is a commitment. it takes time to be grown into a relationship. it is unselfish, self-sacrificing, and endures all things. and it waits patiently.

love always,

the keeper of the garden.  

[photos via pinterest] 

little things and lovely thoughts.

it's those little things that are the most beautiful. 

in our busy life everyone seems to go about living life so caught up in their own little world, not even noting the beauty in the ordinary, savoring the little moments that make up the extraordinary. thus to-day, I would like to acknowledge those little things that should be cherished, the memories that shall be looked upon fondly. and although ordinary in everyday life, extraordinary forever in my heart.    

>> country walks. 

savoring the early spring wind, caressing your cheek. breathing in the crispness. giggling as it whispers secrets of beauty soon to come. 

>> dirt roads and green hills. 

I love the *crunch* of the old dirt road under my feet and drink in the sight of the rolling hills carpeted in green.

>> friends. 

seeing their smile lighting up their faces, never grows old. listening to their laughing, brings joy to my heart.  

>> journaling. 

hearing the pen scratch against paper. beautiful memories now tangible and forever recorded. jumbled feelings untangled at last.   

>>--- things i ♥ ---> 

// pretty dresses // 

// dapples of sunshine // 

// whimsiness // 

// tea cups and letters // 

// knitting projects // 

// antique books //  

// summertime // 

// the tingling feeling of cool crystal water // 

// a stream in the mountains // 

// a tent surrounded by rustling grass // 

// early morning sunrises // 

// bird's melodies that make one's heart sing // 

// the sound of the ocean's thunder // 

// pretty lil' things // 

// poems // 

// photographs that capture memories // 

// beautiful words // 

// fairy tales that come true // 

// swinging in the forest // 

// the *click* of the typewriter's keys // 

// black and white notes that turn into music // 

// meadows and wildflowers // 

what are some beautiful little things that you love? 

love always,

the keeper of the garden. 

[photos via pinterest] 

hi, beautiful. love always, yours truly.

dear miss beautiful,
hullo, lovely! I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting quite yet, but 'tis always a delight to cross paths with new people.

perhaps, you've never left a comment. perhaps, you don't even follow this blog. perhaps, you haven't even read this blog yet until now, until this very minute. I see 330 visitors in my followers box, but perhaps, you are one who does not follow publicly or maybe does not keep a Google account. 

yet, I would like to take a moment and welcome you. acknowledge you, because you are truly what allows this little garden o' mine to flourish. without you, I'm just a girl who rambles about the ordinary life she lives. with you, I'm the girl who types her heart out to the world. 

hi there beautiful! my name is miss imperfect. I love blogging, because it gives me a canvas where I can sit down and write about the world descriptively, perfectly; but sometimes I believe that blogging portrays my world as "picture perfect." 

m'dear, behind this screen lives a clumsy fifteen year old girl who half of the time likes to think she knows what she is doing, takes less-than-perfect photographs editing them with a free photoshop, rarely drinks out of a "proper" tea cup, pretends to be martha stuart {even though I dislike her very much}, eats too much sugar, has never completely read a Jane Austen novel that she raves about, and rarely uses the correct diction. I don't always capture photographs of sunbursts and golden hour. I should like for all my posts to be simply compelling, evoking tears and emotions, and completely riveting, but looking back most of them are ramblings and utter nonsense. I should like to think of all of my days beautiful, but believe me, darling, sometimes I sob when lulled to sleep.  

I am human. I have faults. and I thank you. 

for having the patience to read my nonsense. because without you, there would not be a "Grace's Garden Walk." so darling, on those hard days, sit down, breath, brew your self a cup of tea and know you are loved. you are cherished. and know that I am always thankful for you. even though I don't know your name. 

but someday, I hope I will. 

love you,

the girl in the garden.

{photographs via pinterst}

postscript :: I shall be posting another giveaway soon. ;)