The old fence is hidden by Your purple pendent clusters. The sight of you brings joy to my morning as your fragrance permeates the air. My senses react pleasantly, and my mind marks a memory of this moment. Wisteria, starting the day with you has enriched my life and uplifted my spirits.
What a spectacular show You put on for the travelers Passing by your domain.
It is certainly one I want to see again. Though I captured your full glory Through my lens, I should like to return again To your domain, And spend some time just enjoying you, and the magnificent view offered as you majestically climb In full regalia of colors so fine.
Oh Clematis you’re such a beautiful flowering vine!
Cheerfulness, Scattered along the path. Simplicity, Growing near the roadway. Joyfulness, In this common little flower, Innocently, Brings delight to my day.
Blaze, you seemed to be the perfect rose for late springtime. They told me you would bloom repeatedly from early summer to fall. How excited I was to bring you home and introduce you to my garden! Your profile showed no negatives. You were: Shade tolerant, Resistant to rust, Had moderate thorns, And could be trained to climb. What a keeper! You certainly seemed to be the prize rose bush! I planted you and waited eagerly for those profuse semi-double red blooms–but they never came… Day after day you sat there drinking my water and eating my food without so much as a bud appearing. I reread your profile to see if I had missed something, but all I saw were more amazing attributes : Grows quickly, Blooms profusely, Brings forth thousands of flowers, Brilliant scarlet red clusters, So easy to grow it is recommended as a gardeners first rose . Such amazing attributes do not fit you, the Blaze in my backyard . You certainly are not a vigorous grower. What is wrong? Each day you seem to get weaker. I don’t want to give up on you, but you seem to have given up on yourself. The more I try to make you grow,the less you do. “Talk to him more” mom said. ” Tell him you really care about him. Encourage him to grow because you know he can.
Start listing all the attributes he has.
Tell him you believe he will become a beautiful blooming bush someday.
Try it and see what happens” she said. I did. I tried. I talked. I cared.
You grew. You flourished. You became what you were created to be, a Blaze of scarlet in my backyard and the first rose to bloom this spring !
(Written about Laura Jae’s little late bloomer, Blaze, rose bush.
He is a living testimony that we should never give up on anyone. For as long as there is life there is hope and with love, care and encouragement,
people, as well as rose bushes, will usually grow and bloom profusely to reach their God ordained destiny. )
Little yellow blossoms, Often picked without much stem, By little hands seeking flowers for Mother. Children love you. To them you are beautiful, and you’re free!
They can gather you and make crowns, And chains, and rub you under their chins to see if they like butter. How fun! I smile at the thought.
Gardeners and grown ups don’t like you much,
but on this Mother’s Day, I wonder how many of you Became yellow bouquets of love, Gracing Mom’s dining room table, Along with a homemade card.
Dandelions, I think God created you just for children.
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 