Oh to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge -
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower-
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower.
Home thoughts from Abroad ~ Robert Browning 1812-1889
Cowslips in the meadows.......I always looked for these sweet flowers.
Bee Orchids we would find on the chalk banks. They are endangered in England but we knew where to find them.
White violets, I knew their secret places. I knew just where they hid their pretty faces by the side of the brook.
Quaking grass.....also grew along the chalk banks. It gets brown when ripe and rustles in the wind.
The Harebells that grew on the Downs. To lay in the grass on a summer day with the bees buzzing among the flowers the bells as blue as the sky. Pretty bells dancing in the breeze, oh to be that relaxed again.
In Michigan these are some of my favourite flowers. I want to get some for my garden.
The Pink Lady Slipper
The yellow Lady Slipper
The Trillium
Jack In the Pulpit.
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