 Lavender Love Another of my beloved plants Reminds me of the South of France All year long you're short and shrubby Fat and wide and a little stubby But in the spring your stems grow slender Reaching towards the sun, you are tall and tender At the top of each stem your fragrances waft Your name "lavender" tells of your color so soft The month of July, I sit here for hours And delight in the smell of your purply flowers But the honey bees they are not sitting like me They busily work in the sun with glee Traveling and flying from stem to stem They know that you are the creme de la creme! Watching their behinds wiggle and waggle Listening to wings go tiggle and taggle They will make lavender honey so sweet To put in my tea- a real winter treat! When the bees have taken all that they can Then I walk out with my clippers in hand I cut the long stems and hang them up high Then gather the flowers when they are dry So many ways to use lavender fine Here are a few favorites of mine.. Weaving wands with ribbons so bright Or lavender baths on a cold winter's night. Sprinkled in shortbread sweet cookie dough Dipped in warm tea while the cold winds blow. Provence in my memory you'll always be In French I bid you a loving merci! Christine Summerfield/July 2016
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
|