The first warm buds that break their covers,
The first young twigs that burst in green,
The first blade that the sun discovers,
Starting the loosened earth between.
The flush of branches with fair blossoms,
The deepening of the faint green boughs,
As leaf by leaf the crown grows fuller
That binds the young Spring’s rosy brows.
~~Edith Wharton, “Spring Song”, 1878~~
The last day of April has a decidedly damp, chilly attitude. But nevermind, my thoughts are in the days ahead ~ not too far away now ~ when the air will turn balmy and my hands will dig deep in the garden, planting seeds and annuals for this season’s pleasure. I look forward to the bright faces of marigolds and zinnias and the warm, sweet taste of tomatoes right off the vine. I look forward to the fragrance of herbs and flowers floating on the air after a summer shower. And gentle blooms of light as fireflies bob and dance about my evening garden. Soon…soon…
“We live…but for the simple end of being happy; nothing for the present hour is worthy of man’s infinite capacity save to imbibe the warm smile of heaven and sympathize with the reviving earth.”
Early Work Mercantile
Visit my Early Work Mercantile page where you will find a folky little pinkeep, Sister frolicking on a ditty bag, and two wonderful antique samplers!
Mother’s Day is just around the corner! Don’t forget – the pattern for my “Mother” pinkeep is free! It would make a sweet and sentimental gift for someone in your life this Mother’s Day. Available in e-pattern format, you will find it under Freebies!
Until next month, my friends...
I wish you many pleasant hours!
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"Adorn thyself with grace & truth."
~~Old Sampler Verse~~