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!
3 June 2008 at 9:45 am
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.
3 June 2008 at 11:08 am
kayak woman says:
they’re wonderful until they try to take over your yard.
4 June 2008 at 8:28 pm
Mary Jo says:
My favorite flower, because it signaled my birthday! The May flower, Lily of the Valley. Love the poem from Pooh!
10 June 2008 at 4:36 am
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?