Saturday 4 August 2007

new address

This Blog has moved to this address :
http://trudette.blogspot.com/

Wednesday 25 July 2007

Love's truest language


Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray,
Like the divining rods of Magi old,
Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold,
But love--strong love, that never can decay!
Sonnet--Flowers, Love's Truest Language

Tuesday 24 July 2007

Fayette


Meet Fayette the sweet little fairy

Monday 23 July 2007

The dear Forget-me-not


FORGET-ME-NOT
COULD every blossom find a voice
And sing a strain to me,
I know where I would place my choice,
Which my delight should be.
I would not choose the lily tall,
The rose from musky grot,
But I would still my minstrel call
The blue Forget-me-not.

And I on mossy bank would lie,
Of brooklet, rippling clear;
And she of the sweet, azure eye,
Close at my listening ear,
Should sing into my soul a strain
Might never be forgot,
So rich with joy, so rich with pain--
The blue Forget-me-not.

Ah! every blossom hath a tale,
With silent grace to tell,
From rose that reddens to the gale
To modest heather-bell;
But oh! the flower in every heart
That finds a sacred spot
To bloom, with azure leaves apart,
Is the Forget-me-not.

Love plucks it from the mosses green
When parting hours are high,
And places it Love's palms between
With many an ardent sigh;
And bluely up from grassy graves
In some loved churchyard spot
It glances tenderly and waves--
The dear Forget-me-not.

Crawford, Isabella Valancy (1850-1887)

Thursday 19 July 2007

a tiny little flower


Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower
could preoccupy a person so completely
that there simply wasn't room for any other thought.... -
Sophie Scholl