The Sunken Garden | Walter de la Mare

Speak not -- whisper not;

Here bloweth thyme and bergamot;

Softly on the evening hour, 

Secret herbs their spices shower,

Dark-spiked rosemary and myrrh,

Lean-stalked, purple, lavender;

Hides within her bosom, too,

All her sorrows, bitter rue.

Breathe not -- trespass not;

Of this green and darkling spot,

Latticed from the moon's beams,

Perchance a distant dreamer dreams;

Perchance upon its darkening air,

The unseen ghosts of children fare,

Faintly swinging, sway and sweep,

Like lovely sea-flowers in its deep;

While, unmoved, to watch and ward,

Mid its gloomed and daisied sward,

Stands with bowed and dewy head

That one little Leaden lad.

::lavender::

::chamomile::

::lemon verbena::

::rosemary::

::calendula::

♥

Bits of Summer

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Summer bonfire weather.

Summer produce ...

Summer flowers!

Happy Things || Summer Edition!

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 First family bonfire of the season!

My nephew loves anything with words and pictures!

Peonies on Jack's grave <3

Yay for summer!!

Picnicking.

:o)

Lightning Bolt.

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Happy Fourth ...

From me and some new family members! :o)

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O God, Who is Like You? || Summer Beginnings

For Your righteousness, O God, reaches to the heavens, 

You who have done great things;

O God, who is like You?

You who have shown me many trials and distresses

Will revive me again, 

And will bring me up again from the depths of the earth.

May you increase my greatness

And turn to comfort me.

Psalm 71:19-21

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At the Island (Part III)

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The ferry ride is always gorgeous ...

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And I L.O.V.E the flowers over there. I've taken notes for possibly including in my garden next year!

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Salads-in-a-jar for our picnic lunch on the sand...

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 'I went down to the shouting sea,

Taking Christopher down with me, 

For Nurse had given us sixpence each--

And down we went to the beach.

'We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,

And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.

Whenever a good nor' wester blows,

Christopher is certain of

Sand -between-the-toes. 

'The sea was galloping grey and white;

Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;

We clambered over the humping sand--

And Christopher held my hand. 

'We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,

And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.

Whenever a good nor' wester blows,

Christopher is certain of 

Sand -between-the-toes.

'There was a roaring in the sky;

The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;

We tried to talk, but had to shout--

Nobody else was out. 

  

'When we got home, we had sand in the hair,

In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;

Whenever a good nor' wester blows,

Christopher is found with 

Sand-between-the-toes.'

~ When We Were Very Young, by A. A. Milne

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