THE GARDEN.............

 A KENTISH GARDEN by Edith Nesbit ( 1858-1924) A well known author in Children's  works....

 There is a grey-walled garden, far away from noise and smoke of cities

 where the hours pass with soft wings among the happy flowers, and lovely leisure blossoms....

 There, tall and white,  the sceptral lily blows

 There grows the pansy, pink, and colmbine, brave hollyhocks,and star white jessamine...

 And the red glory of the royal rose..............

 There greeny glow-worms gem the dusky lawn,

 The lime green trees breathe their fragrance to the night, pink roses sleep, and dream that they are white, until they wake to colour with the dawn.

 There in the splendour of the sultry noon, the sunshine sleeps upon the garden bed.

 Where the white poppy droops a drowsy head and dreams of kisses from the white full moon.....

 And there, some days, all wild with wind and rain, the tossed trees show the white side of their leaves

 While the great drops drip from the ivied eaves, and birds are still--till the sun shines again.

 And there, all days, my heart goes wandering, because there, first , my heart began to know.....

 the glories of the summer and the snow, the loveliness of harvest and of Spring.

 There may be fairer gardens, but I know

 There is no other garden half so dear:

 Because tis there, this many, many a year

 The sacred, sweet.............

 White flowers of memory grow!

 Photographs 2020

NO SUCH SUMMER.......

"And no such summer as the one before..." - Edna St. Vincent Millay

 AFTERNOON on a HILL by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) Winner of the Pulitzer Prize in 1923

 I will be the gladdest thing

 Under the sun!

 I will touch a hundred flowers

 And not pick One!

 I will look at cliffs and clouds

 With quiet eyes..............

 Watch the wind bow down the grass.

 And the grass rise......

 And when the lights begin to show

 Up from the town

 I will mark which must be mine

 And then start down!

            

                   "What should I be but just what I am?"  ― Edna St. Vincent Millay

 "God I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart."- Edna St. Vincent Millay.

 Photographs 2019