Flowers

Wildflowers

I have spent a good many hours in the woods and fields during my lifetime. I have recently realized that I have seen many wldflowers without really "seeing" them. As I really see them for the first time, I hope you can see them with me. And see them as I do...with wonder and awe at their beauty. I have tried to correctly identify them for you, but I am certainly no expert. If you see that I have incorrectly identified any of them, please let me know so that I can make the necessary corrections. Thanks!!

Before I begin, though, I would like to share with you my mother's favorite poem. I think it is appropriate for this page.

THE ROSE

In the sweet long ago, so they tell me,
In a garden where nobody knows,
Dwelled a bashful, sweet, modest lily
And a simple old fashioned white rose.

They both fell in love with the west wind
One evening at twilight's close,
But the west wind loved the lily
That grew by the side of the rose.

One night the passionate west wind
Was confused by the dark I suppose,
And the kiss that was meant for the lily
Was pressed to the lips of the rose.

And ever since then, so they tell me,
Wherever a garden grows,
There's a sad shade of grief o're the lily
And a blush on the face of the rose.

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