There is a flower that Bees prefer--
And Whatsoever Insect pass--
Her face be rounder than the Moon
She doth not wait for June--
Contending with the Grass--
And when the Hills be full--
Her Public—be the Noon--
The Bravest—of the Host--
How well Miss Dickinson knew her flowers! I love how she wrote so lovingly about the commonest wildflowers that many would not even notice. My clover are looking a little ragged after the cold and rain we've had this past week (we saw our first snow flurries and sleet Saturday!) but like the poem says, they don't even seem to be aware of defeat!
I'm joining Cathy at rambling in the Garden today for IAVOM. You can visit her blog to see all the lovely flower arrangements shared today! Have a great week! 😊
I am a passionate gardener and seed-saver, who also enjoys playing the violin and accordion, running, spending time with my 4 golden retrievers, keeping chickens, photography, and reading.