A touch of Spring

The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.   ~ Gertrude S. Wister

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The time has come where I crave flowers and Spring. So I went out to the flower store and brought all these colors home.

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Book I am reading right now - "The Walking People" by Mary Beth Keane

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Blog I like - Happy Sonne by Yvonne from Switzerland 

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Arold - The Reluctant Crocus

'Arold...come on out!

Raise your 'ead all about,

Show a bit of pride

To this springing world so wide.

'Arold...be you no son of mine

If never you don't come out and shine,

Glory be, boy, where's your yella...

Oh do come on out little fella.

'Arold are you truly there

Unfurl your petals if you dare...

Mother, mother speak to the boy

Is it he's just green and coy?

'Arold...be you no son of mine

If never you don't come out and shine,

Glory be, boy, where's your yella...

Oh do come on out little fella.

'Arold sprightly now, what say you?

'Tis no fright for you in the dew,

Glory be child, what matters a hint of frost,

Never a moment to count such a cost.

'Arold...be you no son of mine

If never you don't come out and shine,

Glory be, boy, where's your yella...

Oh do come on out little fella.

'Arold sweet 'n shy, bide your time then,

But, be sure to be out by ten...

Ours is to bring much joy and hope,

Of promise given free to those that barely cope.

'Arold...always a son of mine,

Gentle ever heart of thine,

Glorious forever in saffron yella...

Be it shy or coy little fella!

Patrick Heathcock (March 2006)

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Have a good week ahead!