Lily of the Valley
She is a maiden young and sweet
For a brief time she appears
Stop your chatter, slow your feet
With gentleness draw near.
She bends her graceful neck so long
Towards the earth below
Her necklace full of little bells
Tinkles in a row.
To find her you must quietly
Kneel on bended knee
And bow to her with tender grace
And kind humility.
For she is pure of heart you see, a flower of chastity
Her name is Lily soft and sweet, a vision of purity.
She is protected by her knight, his leaves so green and wide
They wrap around her lovingly, the beloved at her side.
But best of all that you will find is her sweet perfume
A fragrance strong that emanates from her tiny blooms.
She lives not on the mountaintop but in the quiet shade
She calls her groom so humbly with a gentle serenade.
So if you take the time to stop and bow on bended knee
You just might find the maiden fair, Lily of the Valley.
written by Christine Summerfield, May 19, 2018
As I was digging up the weeds with my trusty trowel
I saw something flitter by and then I heard a howl.
“Ouch!” I heard, “please do stop! and leave us all alone
You almost knocked me off of my shiny golden throne!”
I looked and bent down on my knee and who did I see?
A tiny little fairy boy looking up at me.
He stood up tall amidst the grass of polka dotted yellow
He was not afraid of me, this brave and jolly fellow.
His jacket gold had buttons brown, with edges rough and ragged
His collar green it zigged and zagged and it was kind of jagged.
His buttery hair of curly locks was scriffy and a scruffy
His scepter tall of tiny seeds was round and kind of puffy.
He smiled at me and bid ‘bonjour’ with his eyes of blue
They twinkled in the morning sun and even sparkled too.
But best of were his green tights with yellow polka dots
They were fun to look at and I liked them quite a lot!
He told me of his kingdom bright, this little fairy boy
Of dandelions in the grass, his noble pride and joy.
“Oh yes, my name is Dandy Boy, I am the Golden King
Of this dandelion patch in the time of spring!
My name it comes from the French, 'Dent de Lion' you see
Its meaning is the 'Lion’s Tooth', like jagged leaves of green.
Like the Lion is the king of the jungle land
I am ruler of this field, it is at my command.
All kinds of creatures greet me and my flowers all the day
The ladybugs and honeybees and beetles black and grey.
The caterpillars and the birds also like to feast
While rabbits like to nibble on the young and tender leaves.
So please don’t dig the dandelions or mow them all away
Leave them in the grass to grow and let my creatures play!”
I thanked the little Dandy Boy, the sunny, yellow King
For caring for his kingdom bright in the months of spring.
And now when I see the polka dotted field of gold
I take a moment and think about that royal kingdom bold.
I put my trusty trowel away and watch with wondrous eyes
Honeybees and caterpillars and the butterflies.
I smile at they gather round these little blossoms yellow
And visit with the Dandy Boy, that jolly little fellow.
written by Christine Summerfield, May 5, 2018
Return of the Spring Time Lace
Remember how I shared with you
In the cooler days of fall?
About the last of the summer lace
The garden’s delicate shawl?
And how I took my curtains down
So light and pale and sheer
And hung my heavy panels up
To warm my home so dear.
Well now it is the first of May
And I can hardly wait
To hang the lace back up again
With patterns so ornate.
Outside my garden comes alive
In the month of May
The Queen's wedding day has arrived
With a glorious display!
Of white and cream and ivory
And fragrance pure and sweet
Her garments they adorn her
From her head down to her feet.
First there is the Apple tree
A shimmery snowy crown
Her blossoms white they fill the sky
A canopy big and round.
Another garment that she bears
Is a fragrant lacy gown
Spirea and the Lilacs
The talk of all the town!
And then her slippers white she wears
On carpet soft and sweet
Woodruff, and the candytuft
Adorn her gentle feet.
But her favorite one of all
Is when you look down low
For Lily of the Valleys white
Springtime’s magic snow!
As I behold the blossoms white
On this first of May
I too I want to celebrate
In my simple way.
I adorn my little house
With veils of white and cream
Tablecloths and curtains too
Awaiting summer’s dream.
The lace bestows a bit of ease
And lets the light shine through
It blows so gently in the breeze
Against the sky so blue.
I also clip some branches long
From my Hawthorn tree
And on my tablecloth they stand
With blossoms white and free.
It is said in tales of old
That Lady Guinevere
Married Arthur at this time
Her beloved King so dear.
So as you wed your gallant King
In my garden green
May you bless each living thing
And the spaces in between.
And rule o’er your kingdom fair
O maiden and her knight
With goodness, love and peacefulness
And flowers pure and white.
written by Christine Summerfield, May 1, 2018
One morning as I walked a long my garden path in spring
I thought I heard a tiny sound, a ting a ling a ling...
I bent down low and I beheld in the morning light
Two daffodils so small and gold ringing with delight
They were chatting with special words, so heavenly divine
They laughed and spoke so beautifully, in a favorite language of mine.
I asked them "beg your pardon please, but tell me who are you?
"You seem just like the best of friends, so loyal and so true."
And this was their reply:
"Mais oui, we are a daffodil, our name is "tete-a-tete"
One of us is chere Pierrette, the other is Paulette.
We are two flowers on one stem and we are best of friends
We are committed to each other 'til the very end.
We're not so big, we're not so "grande", as other jonquilles tall
We rather like to sit down low by violetttes so small.
For then, we can converse you see, with quiet privacy
We chat and talk of everything, in perfect company.
Tete a Tete is French you know, it means a Rendezvous
A special time for friends to meet, only for us two.
Our friendship is so precious, our time we love to spend
In the garden heart to heart, we are the best of friends!"
And as I listened to the two, I was so deeply touched
And then I thought about my friend, I treasure her so much.
And so I knocked upon her door, and invited her to tea
In my garden oh so sweet, time for her and me.
Not only were we head to head, but heart to heart we sat
We giggled like the flowers too, can you imagine that!
So if you have a special friend, do give her a call
And have your own tete a tete, like the daffodils so small.
You will have the best of times with your cups of tea
And maybe speak a little French with your bonne amie.
written by Christine Summerfield-April 21, 2018
Kissed by Tulips
Another one of my favorite bulbs that blooms in early spring
Are tulips that come in every size and color that brightly sing!
Red, orange, yellow warm and pinks of every hue
Maroon and violet also shine and say hello to you!
Some are tall and stand right up to wind and rain and snow
And some are short and delicate, to see them, bend down low.
And as I pondered for awhile about the Tulip name
I love to think 'bout words and rhymes, what a funny game.
For it sounds just like "two lips" that smile and whisper too
What is the meaning of your name? Will you tell me true?
And then I heard a soft reply from the tulip Queen herself
She giggled and told me little secrets, like a tiny elf!
"Yes, we have a funny name, it's easy for you to say
We paint the gardens in the spring, in April and in May.
"We join our petals, four, five, six, we make a sturdy cup
A chalice round and magical where faeries like to sup.
Sometimes in the evenings, there is merriment so fine
With dancing, singing and a feast with dandelion wine.
Here's a way you can remember our name so sweet and dear
Our petals are soft like a mother's lips that whisper in your ear.
We sing you songs and lullabies in springtime afternoons
To children, babies, mothers too, a perfect napping tune."
And then I felt a gentle kiss from the flower fine
Thanking me for stopping by to hear its little rhyme.
So if you see the tulips bright in early days of spring
Bow before the Tulip Queen, you just might hear her sing.
But best of all is if you feel a brush against your cheek
From her two lips you will have a kiss so soft and sweet.
Written by Christine Summerfield-April 18, 2018
Symphony of Spring
O dearest daffodil, so pretty and so free
How many songs and how many poems have been written about thee?
Well, I want to write one too to tell you how I feel
Every time I see your blooms, I'm filled with joy and zeal!
For now I really truly know that spring time has arrived
You are my signature of spring, you make me feel alive!
You stand just like a trumpet strong, sturdy, brave and gold
Announcing 'Springtime has arrived!' your message strong and bold:
"I am the herald of the Spring you've all been waiting for
I come from the kingdom of the sun, hear my golden roar!
I can stand up to the rain and even April snow
I'm sturdy even as the winds do toss me to and fro!"
And I stood there looking down, in the warm sunshine
I told the yellow flower 'you are a friend of mine!'
I love you daffodil so bright, you bring such joy and cheer
I wait so patiently for you through the turning of the year.
Thank you for your faithfulness and your symphony of song
I too will offer up my voice and with you sing along
Singing songs of gratitude for the return of the Sun
And offering up a simple prayer...joy to everyone!"
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
As I sat in my rocking chair with my morning cup of tea
The sun poured through my window bright and what did I then see?
Underneath the pine tree tall was grass all green and lush
It had rained all through the night, a carpet soft and plush.
Puddles lay all through the grass, like a land of little lakes
The sun was shining on them all-not a peep did the water make.
Until I heard a gentle sound of wings all-a-flutter
Two robins hopped along the green, and playfully chased each other.
They flew together up and down, like the bow of a happy fiddle
Until at last they dove right in and jumped inside the middle!
They splished and splashed in the water bright, enjoying their morning bath
They brought a smile to my face, how they made me laugh!
And just as quickly as they came, the birds away they flew
And dried their wings in the morning sun by drops of sparkling dew.
So when you take your morning walk, and your boots are all a muddle
The simplest joy you may find there in a spring time watery puddle!
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!