Ringing in Spring

I have always enjoyed these delicate blooms, like white mini-church-bells decorating a garden at ankle level.

Watched a goldfinch out past the rhubarb for a while this morning. Somehow it managed to perch on (clutch?) a tall grass stem that waved in the breeze. I can’t remember the last time I saw one!


  1. Pooh says:

    White coral bells
    upon a slender stalk,
    Lilies of the garden
    line my garden walk.

    Oh, don’t you wish
    that you could hear them ring.
    That will only happen
    when the fairies sing.

    I don’t remember when I learned this, maybe in Brownies? I think we sang it as a round.

  2. kayak woman says:

    they’re wonderful until they try to take over your yard.

  3. Mary Jo says:

    My favorite flower, because it signaled my birthday! The May flower, Lily of the Valley. Love the poem from Pooh!

  4. Sammy says:

    Loved the poem, Pooh. Plants are such situational things. We love them when they’re growing here, but not there. Except for PI, right KW?