The
Song of the Primrose Fairy
The
Primrose opens wide in spring;
Her scent
is sweet and good:
It smells
of every happy thing
In sunny land and wood.
In sunny land and wood.
I have not
half the skill to sing
And praise
her as I should.
She's dear
to folk throughout the land;
In her is
nothing mean:
She freely
spreads on every hand
Her petals
pale and clean.
And though
she's neither proud nor grand,
She is the
Country Queen.
by Cicely Mary Barker
by Cicely Mary Barker
Oh I adore all the spring colors here in this lovely bunch of primroses.
RăspundețiȘtergereBright spring colours, what could be better?
RăspundețiȘtergereI love primroses, although I didn't grow any of the English variety this year as the weather seemed too warm for them. Your collection is beautiful - just the right mix of pastel colors.
RăspundețiȘtergereSo sweet to see these in vase - and I like your fairy plaque. What were the twiggy buds? They add that little extra something, don't they? Thanks for joining in regularly Anca :)
RăspundețiȘtergereLovely. I don't often see primrose growing here so it's a special treat to see yours. Susie
RăspundețiȘtergereThey are lovely Anca! As are the words and your fairy. :) I planted several primroses last autumn, but only one is flowering so far... I hope I will have a mix of such pretty colours as yours one day!
RăspundețiȘtergereVad ca ai descoperit si poemele :) Si eu am incurcat-o pe Cicely Barker cu Beatrix Potter :) Oricum, amandoua imi sunt foarte dragi ...
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