By Robert Louis Stevenson
All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener’s garters, Shepherd’s purse,
Bachelor’s buttons, Lady’s smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames –
These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny treetops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grownup people’s trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
The wildflowers all around us are at their biggest and brightest now! Yellow and purple cone flowers, sunflowers, beautiful blue chicory, and one of our favorites, Queen Anne’s Lace.
Queen Anne’s Lace
By: Mary Leslie Newton
Queen Anne, Queen Anne has washed her lace
(She chose a summer’s day)
And hung it on a grassy place
To whiten, if it may.
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has left it there,
And slept the dewy night;
Then waked to find the sunshine fair,
And all the meadows white.
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, is dead and gone
(She died a summer’s day),
But left her lace to whiten on
Each weed-entangled way!