Hyacinths Galore

As I was sitting one spring day in my garden chair
I let the breezes gently blow around me without a care.
I often like to close my eyes and feel its soft caress
But this time there was something new that woke me from my rest!
Perfume that was so very strong I felt a little dizzy
And then I heard a message from the honey bee so busy...

"Oh yes, we have been visiting the hyacinths white and pink
We gather nectar from them all, we drink and drink and drink!
And sometimes we can even feel a little bit topsy turvy
The fragrance strong it makes us fly a little bit soft and swirvy.
The hyacinths they all do come from Persian lands of old
The prophets and the poets sing their praises bright and bold.
One poem that sweetly says it all tells of its treasures fine
How its flowers fill the soul with beauty so sublime."

And this is the proverb of old...

'If I had two loaves of bread, I'd sell one and with the dole
I'd buy a blooming hyacinth for it would feed my soul.'

And as I listened to the bee, I pondered of beauty and art
I need them every single day to feed my growing heart.
Thank you bee and thank you flower for your hidden story
I always greet you in the spring with joyful endless glory!

​written by Christine Summerfield


 

Violets oh-so Sweet
​As I walked along in my garden today
Dreaming of roses that bloom in May
I touched their branches climbing so high
Reaching towards the morning sky

But down below, I heard a gentle sigh...

"Yes, the roses tall do grow
But do remember to look down below..."

So, on my knees I did crawl
And found a family of flowers so small
Colors of purple, dark and deep
Awakening from their winter's sleep
Their tiny soft petals looked up at me
And told me their story with gentle glee...

"We come from the family of Pansies you know
But we are much smaller and don't make a show
Johnny Jumps Ups are our cousins too
Be we prefer to play peek-a-boo!

And we do have a story to tell
Our special gift is our flowery smell
Gently press our petals fine
And we will give a gift divine
Our fragrance is found only in spring
 That you can use us in so many things!

Our perfume it is sweet and fair
On your skin our oil you can wear
Infuse our petals in water at night
Or in the warmth of Father Sun's light
A floral drink you can enjoy
A spring time treat for each girl and boy!
Bakers let our flowers dry
And dip them in sugar-do give it a try!
Then sprinkle us on your birthday cake
The fanciest treat you ever will make!

We may be gentle, we may be small
We're not as popular as roses tall
But do not judge us by our size
For you will get a big surprise!

For we are the violets and in spring we do bloom
Remember us by our sweet perfume
Our time to flower is short and sweet
For we do fade with the summer's heat.

So take a moment on bended knee
And share a greeting if you please
To the violets, humble and sweet
That bloom in spring at your very feet!