The Song of
The Primrose Fairy
~by Cicely Mary Barker
The primrose opens wide in spring;
Her scent is sweet and good
It smells of every happy thing
In sunny lane and wood.
I have not half the skill to sing
And praise her as I should.
She’s dear to folk throughout the land;
In her is nothing mean;
She freely spreads on ever hand
Her petals pale and clean.
And though she’s neither proud nor grand,
She is the Country Queen.
I’ve seen yellow primroses, but as you can see in the photo on the right the evening primroses that are here in my yard are pink.
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy. ~Psalm 65:8 ✝
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! You have captured me with grace and I’m caught in Your infinite embrace!
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We plowed the garden up, bought our heirloom tomato plants plus all sorts of seeds—corn, squash, zucchini, cucumbers, beans, peas…on and on…I’m ready!!
The primroses are lovely. I feel blessed reading the final “prayer’ of thanksgiving–
Hugs–
Julie
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Wow, you’ve been a busy girl today. I’m glad you enjoyed the primroses. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
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Natalie, today as I was weeding, I discovered that some yellow evening primroses had survived the move I gave them in late autumn. They seem healthy and will have free reign where I transplanted them. Your pink ones are very lovely.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
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Oh I’m So glad your yellow ones survived the transplant! Yes, my pink ones have free reign for the most part where they are too. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
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