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“For honeybees, a dandelion is the first sign of Spring!” -June Stoyer
“Dandelions, like all things in nature, are beautiful when you take time to pay attention to them.” -June Stoyer
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“Whether a dandelion is a weed or a flower is entirely a matter of perspective.” -Julia Tagliere
“Dandelions, like all things in nature, are beautiful when you take time to pay attention to them.” -June Stoyer
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“Whether a dandelion is a weed or a flower is entirely a matter of perspective.” -Julia Tagliere
The word ‘dandelion’ is derived from the French phrase ‘dent de lion’ meaning ‘tooth of the lion,’ so-called because of the shape of the plant’s leaves.
“When you look at a field of dandelions, you can choose to see thousands of weeds or thousands of wishes. Pluck by the stem a dandelion flower that has turned from yellow to white. Make a secret wish from your heart’s desires. When you blow on them, the individual fluffy white tufts with attached seeds will drift away, sometimes even to be borne aloft by breezes. If you are lucky, one of them may land in the hidden realm of the fairies, and the fairies may find the wish attached to it and make the wish real in their way. May all of your secret dandelion wishes come true.” -David Hugh Beaumont (born 1966)
“When you look at a field of dandelions, you can choose to see thousands of weeds or thousands of wishes. Pluck by the stem a dandelion flower that has turned from yellow to white. Make a secret wish from your heart’s desires. When you blow on them, the individual fluffy white tufts with attached seeds will drift away, sometimes even to be borne aloft by breezes. If you are lucky, one of them may land in the hidden realm of the fairies, and the fairies may find the wish attached to it and make the wish real in their way. May all of your secret dandelion wishes come true.” -David Hugh Beaumont (born 1966)
“Sunny yellow dandelions in fields of green grass is perhaps the Earth answering back to nighttime skies filled with twinkling stars.” -David Hugh Beaumont (born 1966)
Young Dandelion,
On a hedge-side.
Said young Dandelion,
Who’ll be my bride?
Said young Dandelion,
With a sweet air,
I have my eye on
Miss Daisy fair.
-Dinah Craik (Dinah Maria Craik (born Dinah Maria Mulock (1826 - 1887))
Young Dandelion,
On a hedge-side.
Said young Dandelion,
Who’ll be my bride?
Said young Dandelion,
With a sweet air,
I have my eye on
Miss Daisy fair.
-Dinah Craik (Dinah Maria Craik (born Dinah Maria Mulock (1826 - 1887))
Dandelion flowers start out as tight bundles of long thin green leaves, which open to reveal bright yellow flowers, that eventually form the fluffy white matter consisting of tiny seeds connected to little tufts of fluff called ‘clocks,’ which are easily captured by the wind and taken aloft, spreading the seeds far and wide to begin new dandelion plants.
“But dandelions were what she chiefly saw. Yellow jewels for everyday studding the patched green dress of her backyard. She liked their demure prettiness second to their everydayness; for in that latter quality she thought she saw a picture of herself, and it was comforting to find that what was common could also be a flower.” -Gwendolyn Brooks
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“But dandelions were what she chiefly saw. Yellow jewels for everyday studding the patched green dress of her backyard. She liked their demure prettiness second to their everydayness; for in that latter quality she thought she saw a picture of herself, and it was comforting to find that what was common could also be a flower.” -Gwendolyn Brooks
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From cracks in the pavement to lush fields, dandelions bloom with determination.
Dandelion
A dandelion doesn’t roar
Which is a lucky thing
With all the millions that there are
That would be frightening.
When I went out to play today
I found dandelions yellow and gay
And then when I came in tonight
The dandelions had turned to white.
By Author Unknown
Dandelion
A dandelion doesn’t roar
Which is a lucky thing
With all the millions that there are
That would be frightening.
When I went out to play today
I found dandelions yellow and gay
And then when I came in tonight
The dandelions had turned to white.
By Author Unknown
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Dandelions are part of the daisy family, a large botanical family with more than 1,620 genera of plant types.
Dandelions are hardy plants with strong roots that reach far down into the soil to obtain water and nutrients. The roots can be 3 to 4.5 meters (10 to 15 feet) in length, but often are only 15 to 45 centimeters (6 to 18 inches) in length.
Dandelions are part of the daisy family, a large botanical family with more than 1,620 genera of plant types.
Dandelions are hardy plants with strong roots that reach far down into the soil to obtain water and nutrients. The roots can be 3 to 4.5 meters (10 to 15 feet) in length, but often are only 15 to 45 centimeters (6 to 18 inches) in length.
Roots, blossoms, leaves - all parts of dandelions are edible.
“The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions.” -Liberty Hyde Bailey
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When plants reach the stage of development in which they produce seeds, they are often referred to as having ‘gone to seed.’ Dandelions visibly go to seed when their yellow flowers turn into spherical constellations of white tufts.
“The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions.” -Liberty Hyde Bailey
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When plants reach the stage of development in which they produce seeds, they are often referred to as having ‘gone to seed.’ Dandelions visibly go to seed when their yellow flowers turn into spherical constellations of white tufts.
Luscious edible dandelions grow wild, and the freshly picked greens can be eaten raw in salads, or cooked in ways similar to how other greens, such as spinach, are cooked. Health-conscious people, frugal people, and people with little or no money can include dandelions in their diets. We can still, to some extent, ‘live off the land.’
“Some people live a life of going wherever the wind blows, like the seed tufts on dandelions, but even those seed tufts will land somewhere and take root, and that is perhaps best for them, and it is best also for wandering souls to at last find a place to take root.” -David Hugh Beaumont (born 1966)
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“Always strive to be like a dandelion. Whenever they fall apart and break down, they rise up much stronger and more hopeful.” -Author Unknown
“Some people live a life of going wherever the wind blows, like the seed tufts on dandelions, but even those seed tufts will land somewhere and take root, and that is perhaps best for them, and it is best also for wandering souls to at last find a place to take root.” -David Hugh Beaumont (born 1966)
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“Always strive to be like a dandelion. Whenever they fall apart and break down, they rise up much stronger and more hopeful.” -Author Unknown
Dandelions: Small bursts of sunshine in your lawn.
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“It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass like a spark dropped from the sun.” -Henry Ward Beecher (1813 - 1887)
“Dandelions are just friendly little weeds which only want to be loved like flowers.” -Heather Babcock
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National Dandelion Day is 5 April each year.
“Last summer, I spent almost an hour blowing dandelions off their stems towards him, so that he had a chance to wish for everything he wanted.” -Helen Oyeyemi
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A Dandelion Ditty
Roses are red,
Violets are blue -
But they don’t get around
Like the dandelions do!
By Author Unknown
“Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.” -Vladimir Nabokov
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What are the nutritional benefits of dandelions? Dandelion flowers contain antioxidants. Dandelion leaves are high in vitamin A, vitamin C, vitamin K, and the minerals calcium, copper, iron, manganese, and potassium. Dandelion roots are rich in iron, boron, beta-carotene, and potassium. One cup of chopped raw dandelion greens provides 112 percent of the daily requirement of vitamin A, and has only 25 calories. Dandelion greens can be eaten cooked or raw.
“Be like a dandelion, whenever they fall apart, they start again. Have hope.” -Author Unknown
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“If dandelions were hard to grow they would be most welcome on any lawn.” -Andrew V. Mason
It is against the law in Pueblo, Colorado, United States of America, to raise a dandelion or permit a dandelion to grow within city limits. Some people do not know what else to do with themselves, so they spend a part of their lives making unnecessary laws.
“If dandelions were rare and fragile, people would knock themselves out to pay $14.95 a plant, raise them by hand in greenhouses, and form dandelion societies and all that.” -Robert Fulghum
Dandelions can be washed in water and eaten raw, or cooked. Dandelion flowers and leaves add color and flavor to salads. Dandelion leaves can also be juiced. Dandelion roots can be roasted or used to make tea.
“Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.” -Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
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Dandelions have been used as a food source and as a medicine for more than 1,000 years. European immigrants purposely brought dandelion seeds to America, to use the greens, or leaves of the plant, for making salads and teas. Dandelion roots can be served as a vegetable course, or dried and used as a coffee substitute. The flowers can used be to make a yellow dye for wool. There are periodic revivals of using dandelions in these ways, as generation after generation rediscovers dandelions.
“In a world full of roses, stand out like a dandelion in the middle of a green, plush lawn!” -June Stoyer
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“It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass like a spark dropped from the sun.” -Henry Ward Beecher (1813 - 1887)
“Dandelions are just friendly little weeds which only want to be loved like flowers.” -Heather Babcock
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National Dandelion Day is 5 April each year.
“Last summer, I spent almost an hour blowing dandelions off their stems towards him, so that he had a chance to wish for everything he wanted.” -Helen Oyeyemi
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A Dandelion Ditty
Roses are red,
Violets are blue -
But they don’t get around
Like the dandelions do!
By Author Unknown
“Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.” -Vladimir Nabokov
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What are the nutritional benefits of dandelions? Dandelion flowers contain antioxidants. Dandelion leaves are high in vitamin A, vitamin C, vitamin K, and the minerals calcium, copper, iron, manganese, and potassium. Dandelion roots are rich in iron, boron, beta-carotene, and potassium. One cup of chopped raw dandelion greens provides 112 percent of the daily requirement of vitamin A, and has only 25 calories. Dandelion greens can be eaten cooked or raw.
“Be like a dandelion, whenever they fall apart, they start again. Have hope.” -Author Unknown
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“If dandelions were hard to grow they would be most welcome on any lawn.” -Andrew V. Mason
It is against the law in Pueblo, Colorado, United States of America, to raise a dandelion or permit a dandelion to grow within city limits. Some people do not know what else to do with themselves, so they spend a part of their lives making unnecessary laws.
“If dandelions were rare and fragile, people would knock themselves out to pay $14.95 a plant, raise them by hand in greenhouses, and form dandelion societies and all that.” -Robert Fulghum
Dandelions can be washed in water and eaten raw, or cooked. Dandelion flowers and leaves add color and flavor to salads. Dandelion leaves can also be juiced. Dandelion roots can be roasted or used to make tea.
“Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.” -Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
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Dandelions have been used as a food source and as a medicine for more than 1,000 years. European immigrants purposely brought dandelion seeds to America, to use the greens, or leaves of the plant, for making salads and teas. Dandelion roots can be served as a vegetable course, or dried and used as a coffee substitute. The flowers can used be to make a yellow dye for wool. There are periodic revivals of using dandelions in these ways, as generation after generation rediscovers dandelions.
“In a world full of roses, stand out like a dandelion in the middle of a green, plush lawn!” -June Stoyer
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Red Geraniums
Life did not bring me silken gowns,
Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor signs of gabled foreign towns
In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
The brambled cares of everyday,
The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still my heart has wings
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.
And if my dreamings ne’er come true,
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I’ll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
By Martha Haskell Clark: “The Home Road” (1924), page 31
Martha Haskell Clark was born as Marth Gay Haskell on 18 October 1885 in Minneapolis, Hennepin County, Minnesota, United States of America. She became a poet. Her poetry appeared in “Scribner’s,” “Good Housekeeping,” and “Ladies’ Home Journal.” Her poems were collected and published in the book, “The Home Road” (1924). She was married to Eugene Clark in 1906. Martha Haskell Clark passed on at 36 years of age on 24 March 1922 in Hanover, Grafton County, New Hampshire, United States of America.
Life did not bring me silken gowns,
Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor signs of gabled foreign towns
In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
The brambled cares of everyday,
The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still my heart has wings
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.
And if my dreamings ne’er come true,
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I’ll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
By Martha Haskell Clark: “The Home Road” (1924), page 31
Martha Haskell Clark was born as Marth Gay Haskell on 18 October 1885 in Minneapolis, Hennepin County, Minnesota, United States of America. She became a poet. Her poetry appeared in “Scribner’s,” “Good Housekeeping,” and “Ladies’ Home Journal.” Her poems were collected and published in the book, “The Home Road” (1924). She was married to Eugene Clark in 1906. Martha Haskell Clark passed on at 36 years of age on 24 March 1922 in Hanover, Grafton County, New Hampshire, United States of America.
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We Have A Little Garden
We have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
We love our little garden,
And tend it with such care,
You will not find a faded leaf
Or blighted blossom there.
By Beatrix Potter
Helen Beatrix Potter was born on 28 July 1866 in Kensington, London, England. She became a writer, an illustrator, a naturalist, a farmer, and a conservationist. She is known for her 30 books, including 23 children’s storybooks that feature animals, such as “The Tale of Peter Rabbit,” which celebrates country life. Helen Beatrix Potter passed on at 77 years of age on 22 December 1943 in Near Sawrey, Lancashire, England.
We have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
We love our little garden,
And tend it with such care,
You will not find a faded leaf
Or blighted blossom there.
By Beatrix Potter
Helen Beatrix Potter was born on 28 July 1866 in Kensington, London, England. She became a writer, an illustrator, a naturalist, a farmer, and a conservationist. She is known for her 30 books, including 23 children’s storybooks that feature animals, such as “The Tale of Peter Rabbit,” which celebrates country life. Helen Beatrix Potter passed on at 77 years of age on 22 December 1943 in Near Sawrey, Lancashire, England.
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I See Violets
One early Spring morning, my husband and I decided to build a rock garden. Driving to a nearby woods, we found the rocks we needed and took them home.
I watched as my husband set them in place and then sifted fine black soil around them. When he had finished he looked up and asked, “Now, what shall we plant?”
“Violets would be pretty in that front row,” I suggested. “Were there any violets back there in the woods?”
My husband looked blank. “I don’t really know,” he said, “I don’t remember seeing any.”
We decided to go back and look. And when we reached the spot where we had found the rocks, we saw lovely blue violets everywhere - clustered around the base of a large tree, peeking from beneath fallen leaves . . .
“Strange we didn’t see them before,” I remarked.
My husband smiled. “Maybe it was because we weren’t looking for violets - only rocks.”
His remark set me thinking. Wasn’t it true that people generally do find what they are looking for? If we go around pessimistically looking for trouble, we shall surely find it. If we look for the worst in other people we find it - selfishness, rudeness, and so on. On the other hand, I’ve noticed that if, by trusting in God’s love and care, I look for good to happen in my life, things have a way of turning out right for me. And if I look for the best in my fellow-man, I bring out the best in him.
Yes, if we look for the hard things in life, for the rocks, we find rocks. I prefer to look for violets.
By Freda K. Routh
Image shown: Flowering plant known as the Common Blue Violet, scientific name Viola sororia; also known as common meadow violet, purple violet, woolly blue violet, hooded violet, and wood violet.
Image credit: Photograph by Bernt Fransson.
One early Spring morning, my husband and I decided to build a rock garden. Driving to a nearby woods, we found the rocks we needed and took them home.
I watched as my husband set them in place and then sifted fine black soil around them. When he had finished he looked up and asked, “Now, what shall we plant?”
“Violets would be pretty in that front row,” I suggested. “Were there any violets back there in the woods?”
My husband looked blank. “I don’t really know,” he said, “I don’t remember seeing any.”
We decided to go back and look. And when we reached the spot where we had found the rocks, we saw lovely blue violets everywhere - clustered around the base of a large tree, peeking from beneath fallen leaves . . .
“Strange we didn’t see them before,” I remarked.
My husband smiled. “Maybe it was because we weren’t looking for violets - only rocks.”
His remark set me thinking. Wasn’t it true that people generally do find what they are looking for? If we go around pessimistically looking for trouble, we shall surely find it. If we look for the worst in other people we find it - selfishness, rudeness, and so on. On the other hand, I’ve noticed that if, by trusting in God’s love and care, I look for good to happen in my life, things have a way of turning out right for me. And if I look for the best in my fellow-man, I bring out the best in him.
Yes, if we look for the hard things in life, for the rocks, we find rocks. I prefer to look for violets.
By Freda K. Routh
Image shown: Flowering plant known as the Common Blue Violet, scientific name Viola sororia; also known as common meadow violet, purple violet, woolly blue violet, hooded violet, and wood violet.
Image credit: Photograph by Bernt Fransson.
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Discontent
Down in a field, one day in June,
The flowers all bloomed together,
Save one, who tried to hide herself,
And drooped, that pleasant weather.
A robin who had soared too high,
And felt a little lazy,
Was resting near a buttercup
Who wished she were a daisy.
For daisies grow so trig* and tall;
She always had a passion
For wearing frills about her neck
In just the daisies’ fashion.
And buttercups must always be
The same old tiresome color,
While daisies dress in gold and white,
Although their gold is duller.
“Dear robin,” said this sad young flower,
“Perhaps you’d not mind trying
To find a nice white frill for me,
Some day, when you are flying?”
“You silly thing!” the robin said;
“I think you must be crazy!
I’d rather be my honest self
Than any made-up daisy.
You’re nicer in your own bright gown,
The little children love you;
Be the best buttercup you can,
And think no flower above you.
Though swallows leave me out of sight,
We’d better keep our places;
Perhaps the world would all go wrong
With one too many daisies.
Look bravely up into the sky,
And be content with knowing
That God wished for a buttercup
Just here, where you are growing.”
By Sarah Orne Jewett: as published in “St. Nicholas Magazine” (February 1876), page 247
* trig: stylish
Sarah Orne Jewett was born on 3 September 1849 in South Berwick, Maine, United States of America. She became a novelist, a short story writer, and a poet. Sarah Orne Jewett passed on at 59 years of age on 24 June 1909 in South Berwick, Maine, United States of America.
Down in a field, one day in June,
The flowers all bloomed together,
Save one, who tried to hide herself,
And drooped, that pleasant weather.
A robin who had soared too high,
And felt a little lazy,
Was resting near a buttercup
Who wished she were a daisy.
For daisies grow so trig* and tall;
She always had a passion
For wearing frills about her neck
In just the daisies’ fashion.
And buttercups must always be
The same old tiresome color,
While daisies dress in gold and white,
Although their gold is duller.
“Dear robin,” said this sad young flower,
“Perhaps you’d not mind trying
To find a nice white frill for me,
Some day, when you are flying?”
“You silly thing!” the robin said;
“I think you must be crazy!
I’d rather be my honest self
Than any made-up daisy.
You’re nicer in your own bright gown,
The little children love you;
Be the best buttercup you can,
And think no flower above you.
Though swallows leave me out of sight,
We’d better keep our places;
Perhaps the world would all go wrong
With one too many daisies.
Look bravely up into the sky,
And be content with knowing
That God wished for a buttercup
Just here, where you are growing.”
By Sarah Orne Jewett: as published in “St. Nicholas Magazine” (February 1876), page 247
* trig: stylish
Sarah Orne Jewett was born on 3 September 1849 in South Berwick, Maine, United States of America. She became a novelist, a short story writer, and a poet. Sarah Orne Jewett passed on at 59 years of age on 24 June 1909 in South Berwick, Maine, United States of America.
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He Who Owns A Garden
He who owns a garden,
However small it be,
Whose hands have planted in it
Flower or bush or tree;
He who watches patiently
The growth from nurtured,
Who thrills a newly opened bloom
Is very close to God.
By Katherine Edelman
He who owns a garden,
However small it be,
Whose hands have planted in it
Flower or bush or tree;
He who watches patiently
The growth from nurtured,
Who thrills a newly opened bloom
Is very close to God.
By Katherine Edelman
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Image Shown: Buttercup Flowers
Buttercups
The buttercups with shining face
Smile brightly as I pass;
They seem to lighten all the place
Like sunshine in the grass.
And though not glad nor gay* was I
When first they came in view,
I find when I have passed them by,
That I am smiling, too.
By Sarah J. Day: “Mayflowers to Mistletoe: A Year with the Flower Folk” (1900)
* ‘gay’ meaning ‘joyful’ or ‘blissful’ and not any slang corruption of the word.
Sarah Jane Day was born on 5 November 1860 in Cincinnati, Ohio, United States of America. She became a poet and a biographer. Sarah Jane Day passed on at 79 years of age on 11 May 1940 in Englewood, New Jersey, United States of America.
The buttercups with shining face
Smile brightly as I pass;
They seem to lighten all the place
Like sunshine in the grass.
And though not glad nor gay* was I
When first they came in view,
I find when I have passed them by,
That I am smiling, too.
By Sarah J. Day: “Mayflowers to Mistletoe: A Year with the Flower Folk” (1900)
* ‘gay’ meaning ‘joyful’ or ‘blissful’ and not any slang corruption of the word.
Sarah Jane Day was born on 5 November 1860 in Cincinnati, Ohio, United States of America. She became a poet and a biographer. Sarah Jane Day passed on at 79 years of age on 11 May 1940 in Englewood, New Jersey, United States of America.
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My Spring Garden
Here is my little garden,
Some seeds I’m going to sow.
Here is my rake to rake the ground,
Here is my handy hoe.
Here is the big, round yellow sun;
The sun warms everything.
Here are the rain clouds in the sky;
The birds will start to sing.
Little plants will wake up soon,
And lift their sleepy heads;
Little plants will grow and grow
In their little, warm earth beds.
By Author Unknown
Here is my little garden,
Some seeds I’m going to sow.
Here is my rake to rake the ground,
Here is my handy hoe.
Here is the big, round yellow sun;
The sun warms everything.
Here are the rain clouds in the sky;
The birds will start to sing.
Little plants will wake up soon,
And lift their sleepy heads;
Little plants will grow and grow
In their little, warm earth beds.
By Author Unknown
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A Little Yellow Cup
A little yellow cup
A little yellow star
A little yellow frill
And that’s a daffodil.
By Kay Gaines
A little yellow cup
A little yellow star
A little yellow frill
And that’s a daffodil.
By Kay Gaines
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The Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was born on 7 April 1770. He became an English poet. He is known for “Lyrical Ballads” (1798) which he and Samuel Taylor Coleridge jointly published. He was poet laureate from 1843 until he passed on. William Wordsworth passed on at 80 years of age on 23 April 1850.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was born on 7 April 1770. He became an English poet. He is known for “Lyrical Ballads” (1798) which he and Samuel Taylor Coleridge jointly published. He was poet laureate from 1843 until he passed on. William Wordsworth passed on at 80 years of age on 23 April 1850.
