My garden has gone wild.
Anyone for nasturtiums? These are giants and the blossoms are ready for a salad.
Roses, roses everywhere.
Barefoot Days
by Rachel FieldIn the morning, very early,
That’s the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And the grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning – O!
On a summer morning!
That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe –
Such a summer morning – O!
Such a summer morning!
This poem exemplifies how I feel this morning.
Oh to wiggle my toes in the grass
and feel the summer morning all around me.
Oh to wiggle my toes in the grass
and feel the summer morning all around me.
