Flowers Are The Music Of The Ground
Garden Poem of the Day
Columbines
By Arthur Guiterman
Late were we sleeping
Deep in the mold,
Clasping and keeping
Yesterday's gold —
Hoardings of sunshine,
Crimson and gold;
Dreaming of light till our dream became
Aureate bells and beakers of flame, —
Splashed with the splendor of wine of flame.
Raindrop awoke us;
Zephyr bespoke us;
Chick-a-dee called us,
Bobolink called us, —
Then we came.
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Gardener's Quote of the Day
"Flowers are the music of the ground. From earth’s lips spoken without sound."
— Edwin Curran
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Gardening Question of the Day
How do you plan and choose the right flowers for your garden?
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