You talk of pale primroses,
Of frail and fragrant posies,
The cowslip and the cuckoo-flower
that scent the spring-time lea.
But give to me the heather,
The honey-scented heather,
The glowing gipsy heather-
That is the flower for me!
You love the garden alleys,
Smooth-shaven lawns and valleys,
The cornfield and the shady lane, and
fisher-sails at sea.
But give to me the moorland,
The noble purple moorland,
The free, far-stretching moorland-
That is the land for me!
@Weezilou Ah, so lovely that you're going to do that Louise! @nanalisarocks@anazad511 THanks ladies - it's about the only bit of colour in the garden at the moment and does make me think of home!
Beautiful! The way the frame is filled with color would have me believing all your world is in bloom right now. I see from your comment above tho that's not the case.
