Children's voices in the orchard Between the blossom- and the fruit-time: Golden head, crimson head, Between the green tip and the root. Black wing, brown wing, hover over; Twenty years and the spring is over; To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves, Cover me over, light-in-leaves; Golden head, black wing, Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple-tree.
4 comments:
My mom used to grow these amazing roses as well -- they certainly brightened our days!
I love your garden!
The other night I couldn't sleep and I came up with all these great rose names for you, but I can't remember most of them.
Lusty Bosom
Naughty (...going along with Vavoom)
Urine
Craw (like when my bishop said in a ward meeting, "Something kind of got stuck in my craw.")
besion
Wow. I could never grow roses. But if I did, I'd choose them for their names. And I'd do the same with apples. But what color those things have.
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