Ode to Lavender

Photographs taken by myself (I’ve lots of lavender in my front yard) with poems from my good friend April.

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Roses are red, I’ve heard it said;
But lavender smells so sweet.
I sip as nicely as I can
And cling to my tasty treat.

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The sun’s last setting rays
With lavender just aglow
Lets the cares all drift away
As evening starts to flow.

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Gardens in Prose & Pictures

I’ve been busy trying to keep up here in the office…taking budget classes and whatnot. So I’m going to put down a few sayings and some poetry on gardens and gardeners…then throw in a few of my pictures I’ve taken throughout the last few years.

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Unemployment is capitalism’s way of getting you to plant a garden ~ Orson Scott Card

All my hurts…My garden can heal ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth ~ Dorothy Frances Gurney

Earth laughs in flowers ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error. ~ Sara Stein

…the earth, gentle and indulgent, ever subservient to
the wants of man, spread his walks with flowers, and
his table with plenty; returns with interest, every good
committed to her care ~ Pliny the Elder

Yes, in the poor man’s garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers –
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours ~ Mary Howitt

A real gardener is not a man who cultivates
flowers; he is a man who cultivates the
soil…If he came into the Garden of Eden
he would sniff excitedly and say:
‘GOOD LORD, WHAT HUMMUS!’ ~ Karel Capek

A garden is like those pernicious machineries
which catch a man’s coat-skirt or his hand,
and draw in his arm, his leg and his whole
body to irresitible destruction ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

If you truly love Nature, you will find beauty everywhere ~ Vincent van Gogh

Don’t wear perfume in the garden – unless you want to be pollinated by bees ~ Anne Raver

With tumbled hair of swarms of bees,
and flower-robes dancing in the breeze,
With sweet, unsteady lotus-glances,
Intoxicated, Spring advances ~ Sanskrit poem

‘To get the best results you must talk to your vegetables’ ~ Prince Charles

Gardening can become a kind of disease. It infects you’ you can not escape it.
When you go visiting, your eyes rove about the garden;
you interrupt the serious cocktail drinking because of an irresitble impluse
to get up and pull a weed ~ Lewis Gannit

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there,
a hive for the honey-bee,
and live alone in the bee-loud glade ~ W.B. Yeats

What is a weed? A plant whose virtures have not yet been discovered ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning to see things from the plant’s point of view. ~ H. Fred Ale

Even if something is left undone,
everyone must take time to sit still
and watch the leaves turn ~ Elizabeth Lawrence

There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling. ~ Mirabel Osler

God made rainy days so gardeners could get the housework done. ~ Author Unknown

Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans. ~ Marcelene Cox

Sunflowers ~ Pictures, Beaded, & Poems

Photographs of the sunflowers were taken by me in my front yard, I beaded the two sunflowers in the middle of the post and the poems I found online.

The Sunflower Fairy

Fields of yellow faces following the sun
Impossible to count them each and every one,
Waving gently in the breeze they make a sunny sigh.
Stretching up their heads they smile at passers by.
Lots of little fairy helpers for the sunflower’s needs
They are the hidden secret for scattering the seeds
Hiding amongst the petals opening at dawn
Working all day to scatter, so new flowers will be born
And weary from the day’s work, at dusk with failing light
They close the petal shutters to rest throughout the night.
Should you be a believer, next time you pass, please try
To spend some time alone, amongst the faces to the sky
You may be the lucky one, for a magic sight to share
A sunflower fairy’s smile is a ray of light so rare.

Myrea Pettit
Copyright© 2001 Fairies World®

Poem to a Sunflower
Created by BelievingHeaven101

I see you there in glory shining bright,
Following the sun and its path of light.
Standing tall above all others in the field,
You grow, conquer, and do not yield.

The little birds take great delight
In playing round you, from day to night.
With your petals of yellow and leaves of green
How very easily you are seen.

But there is more to you than first sight,
More than beauty and grander to delight.
Every beautiful aspect that appears,
Gives praise to the Father dear.

He made you a part of creation,
And you praise him in glorious celebration!
The beauty that within you is expressed,
Gives testimony to his greatness.

Sunflower, how I long to be like you!
Glorifying God in all I do.
Following the Son and His path of light,
To worship Him in His glory shining bright.

I can learn from you, my friend,
With every breath, praise to God, I might send.
With all of his creation telling the story,
Might I, with you, proclaim His glory.

An Ode to the
Kansas Sunflower.

Oh sunflower! The queen of all flowers,
No other with you can compare,
The roadside and fields are made golden
Because of your bright presence there.
Above all the weeds that surround you
You raise to the sun your bright head,
Embroidering beautiful landscapes
Your absence would leave brown and dead.

Oh queen of the September morning
You watch for the first ray of sun,
And salute the bright orb as it travels
Till the bright day of autumn is done.
Tho’ sickles may slay in the pasture,
And the plowman destroy in the field,
Yet, still will the corners and by-ways
The seed for the future years yield.

Then, Sunflower, peep over the fences
And cover the hillsides with gold,
And out in the cornfields, if tempted,
Again take thy claim as of old;
Salute, too, and nod to the stranger,
Who travels the dusty highway,
He’ll worship the sun crown you’re wearing
And love you for brightening his way.

So, Sunflower, grow tall in the meadow
And spread to the breezes your arms,
No matter if some do molest you
And try to destroy on the farms,
Let thy stalk all the season still gather
The sunbeams that come dancing by;
And then in September unfold them
To dazzle with splendor the eye.

Ed Blair ~ Spring Hill, Kansas.


Sunflower Road

Around the corner from Sunflower Road
Runs a road where all the sunflowers grow
Except in the winter, when all’s laid bare
With nothing but winter snow to share

But in the spring, all the little flowers grow
All along, and up-and-down Sunflower Road
But around the corner, no sunflowers in sight
Except in the fall, when sunflowers grow bright

written by: Tim Gallagher

SUNFLOWER POEM

One lonely sunflower growing in the sun
Wants to play and have some fun
Then whoosh went the wind
And scattered all the seeds
And now there’s lots of sunflowers
Playing in the breeze.

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