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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.
--T.S. Eliot
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My mom used to grow these amazing roses as well -- they certainly brightened our days!
ReplyDeleteI love your garden!
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteLusty 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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