Summer met me in the glade,
With a host of fair princesses,
Golden iris, foxgloves staid,
Sunbeams flecked their gorgeous dresses.
Roses followed in her train,
Creamy elder-flowers beset me,
Singing, down the scented lane,
Summer met me!
With a host of fair princesses,
Golden iris, foxgloves staid,
Sunbeams flecked their gorgeous dresses.
Roses followed in her train,
Creamy elder-flowers beset me,
Singing, down the scented lane,
Summer met me!
~ Fay Inchfawn- Summer met me
Isn't it amazing how the colors change as we
travel through summer in the garden?
In the spring there were soft creamy colors
and now they have become more vibrant.
The pink hydrangeas are turning purple
and the blue ones have lost their vibrancy.
The yellow black eyed susan has replaced the sweet daisies.
Each season delights my soul.
Isn't it amazing how the colors change as we
travel through summer in the garden?
In the spring there were soft creamy colors
and now they have become more vibrant.
The pink hydrangeas are turning purple
and the blue ones have lost their vibrancy.
The yellow black eyed susan has replaced the sweet daisies.
Each season delights my soul.
