It's no wonder I have to post it every year. The flowers and I, we just can't help ourselves...
(Anyone know what this sweet little flower is? So delicate and lovely but none in our party could identify it.)
The World is very old;
But year by year
It groweth new again
When buds appear.
The World is very old,
And sometimes sad;
But when the daisies come
The World is glad.
The World is very old;
But every Spring
It groweth young again,
And fairies sing.
- from Flower Fairies of Spring by Cicely Mary Barker
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