His gentle hands

Wayside Flowers

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passers-by

Its beauties may espy,

May win a touch of blessing

From Nature's mild caressing.

The sad of heart perceives

A violet under leaves

Like sonic fresh-budding hope;

The primrose on the slope

A spot of sunshine dwells,

And cheerful message tells

Of kind renewing power;

The nodding bluebell's dye

Is drawn from happy sky.

Then spare the wayside flower!

It is the traveller's dower

-- William Allingham

Feeling: poetic. The combination of planning poetry lessons, surfing blogs on wedding floral ideas has put me in the mood for flowers and poetry. As much as i love receiving gorgeous arrangement of blooms in pretty paper and ribbons, nothing delights me more than the simplicity and sweetness found in the wayside flowers... the lovely reminder of God's gentle hands.

Remembering: sitting on the steps in a quiet corner. soft spanish rays hitting our faces. resting my head on your shoulder. the patch of grass next to us. those adorably tiny white petals peeking through.