Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Friday, February 10, 2012
How strange to greet, this frosty morn,
In graceful counterfeit of flower,
These children of the meadows, born
Of sunshine and of showers!
How well the conscious wood retains
The pictures of its flower-sown home,
The lights and shades, the purple stains,
And golden hues of bloom!
It was a happy thought to bring
To the dark season's frost and rime
This painted memory of spring,
This dream of summertime.
Flowers In Winter ~ John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 - 1892)
Posted by A Brit in Tennessee at 3:03 PM
Labels: winter flowers
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The stained glass window does warm the room with it's color and design. Great post.
So lovely! The Words and the stained glass! We have one also hanging in our kitchen window...a treasure from a time lost (just like beautiful poetry)
We are about to go back in to winter for a few days. Hope the bulbs that are blooming don't stress.
The stained glass is just beautiful, and so is the poem. I never really "got" poetry, and never reach for a poem in a special moment - but I always so enjoy your selections. They're timely and evocative and always the perfect choice - so thank you!
Beautiful stained glass...and poem!
Gorgeous window hanging! And the perfect time of year to enjoy it!
Glad you found this beautiful window !!!!
Very nice stained glass piece.
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