Foxglove, Foxglove,What do you see? The cool green woodland, the fat velvet bee; Hey, Mr Bumble, I’ve honey here for thee! Foxglove, Foxglove,What see you now?” The soft summer moonlight On bracken, grass, and bough; And all the fairies dancing As only they know how. ~ The Song of the Foxglove Fairy, by Cecily M.Continue reading Read more

The garden with its little gate of green,Invites you to enter, and view mysteries unseen,Its vine laden bowers and overhanging trees,The air filled with sweetness, the hum of the bees,The flagged walks with Iris galore,Of most beautiful coloring, unknown before,Pink, white, purple, yellow, azure blue,Mixed and mingled of every hue,You come away wondering, can moreContinue reading Read more

Wild Iris at Dawn – © Galen RowellIn your neat garden iris growsBright yellow, mauve – in stately rows.This one you’ve picked is a lovely thing,I know it brightens up our spring. But in the forest, springtime’s child,A purple iris growing wild,Can melt my heart as spring melts snow,It’s spoilt me for the sort youContinue reading Read more

A CALL OF THE SIDHEby A. E.Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s gloryGay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leaveMore dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story. Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming.Dream unto dream may pass: deep inContinue reading Read more