An Early Celebration of Spring

A PARTY?

Are my outdoor friends,
the bunnies, the wrens
having a party?
My yard is all decorated
with yellow and blue!

Everywhere
"Jill over the ground"
and dandelions,
with their beauty,
spruce up my yard.
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Poetic Thoughts From Others

The iris looks exactly like
the one in the water.
Matsuuo Basho
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Thou perceivest the flowers put
forth their precious odors,
And none can tell how from so small
a center, comes such sweets.
William Blake
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There is a flower, the Lesser Celendine
that shrinks, like many more
from cold and rain,
and the first moment that the sun may shine
bright as the sun itself, 'tis out again.
William Wordsworth
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From my reading:
"Turkey, not Holland (the Netherlands) is the original home of the tulip. Tulips bloomed in the Sultans' gardens long before the Dutch traders discovered those flowers and brought their bulbs to the Netherlands.

The Dutch people, however developed those flowers to their present beauty and infinite variety.

During the second World War, the Dutch people, to keep from starving, ate many thousands of the bulbs.
The Tulip bulb is somewhat similar to that of the onion. Thus, Tulips which nourish the soul with their beauty, in a pinch, can be used to nourish the body." Author unknown.

The material above was collected
for my much enjoyed visit to the
Hickory Hollow Garden Club
February 26, 1992
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White Coral Bells

White coral bells upon a slender stalk
Lilies of the valley deck my garden walk.
O don't you wish that you could hear them ring.
That will happen only when the fairies sing.
A loved Girl Scout round
Author Unknown
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A Re-run for 2007

It's Spring! It's Spring
The bird's on the wing.
Absurd, absurd.
The wing's on the bird.
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Memory's gifts
Our memory must have a wonderful filing system. In various seasons
loved songs and rhymes present themselves again.
(White Coral Bells, A Bird on the wing)
marylee manson armour, May 4, 2007
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As I Look Out My Window

The sun has arrived.
A tree drops its shadow
on the grass, and
feather-light,
the shadow
made no sound.
marylee manson armour
5/7/07


SPRING SONGS

While I write, I am
singing for you.

Spring has come
O spring as come
O where has she come?
to the hills
and to the valleys.
Spring has come!
Author unknown,
even, it seems, to Google


Admiring Miracles
(from such small seeds)

Of all the flowers
The wild ones are my favorite.
They have a full-time Gardener,
And my task is only to admire.
marylee manson armour
a 1992 thought



Something Else To Consider

I wonder whether seeds,
when they flower,
feel as we do,
when we accomplish
a goal:
Happy, yes,
but puzzled, too.

"Was this flowering, the goal
I was meant for
or is there more yet that
I am expected
to accomplish?"

Someone may watch us,
as we watch the wild plants.

We know that setting seed for
the continuation of the specie
still lies ahead for nature's ones.

What are we expected to
pass along?
Sometimes: new life;
Sometimes: gifts to others, in
ideas that we share
and also in the
expectation
we hold for life:
faith in goodness, and
trust in the Good that
each of us receives
at birth.
marylee manson armour
May 4, 2007