A Flower Chorus

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As we say goodbye to March and welcome in April I wanted to share some images of the floral arrangements I have created during the month just gone. I somehow couldn't find the right words this evening to capture what I wanted to portray with these designs however as if by some kind of divine intervention this poem came into my mind... This poem is very special to me and I am so deligted that I have a platform to share it, I learned it at around age 15-16 from an elderly lady that lived in a nursing home where my mother worked. I was extremely fond of her, she was such a kind and gentle woman, she suffered badly with dementia however could recall this poem word for word, it made her so happy to repeat it to me every time I saw her, I was devastated when she passed away and I will never forget her or this lovely poem... Indeed I will be teaching it to my children and telling them about the lovely lady who taught it to me...
To me it captures the mood of  springtime perfectly something I hoped to do with my floral designs so I feel that it is fitting to share with these images and  I hope that you think so and enjoy it too.

This evening I dedicate this blog post to Flo..

Flower Chorus 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

O such a commotion under the ground when March called: "Ho! There! ho!"

Such spreading of rootlets far and wide such whisperings to and fro! 

"Are you ready?" the Snowdrop asked,
"'Tis time to start, you know."
"Almost, my dear!" the Scilla replied,"I'll follow as soon as you go.
Then "Ha! ha! ha!" the chorus came of laughter sweet and low,
From millions of flowers under the ground, yes, millions beginning to grow.
"I'll promise my blossoms, the crocus said,"
When I hear the black bird sing."

And straight thereafter the Narcissus cried, "My silver and gold I'll bring."
"And ere they are dulled," another spoke,"The Hyacinth bells shall ring."
But the violet only murmured, "I'm here," and sweet grew the air of Spring.
O the pretty brave things, thro' the coldest days imprisoned in walls of brown,
They never lost heart tho' the blast shrieked loud, and the sleet and the hail came down;
But patiently each wrought her wonderful dress or fashioned her beautiful crown,
And now they are coming to lighten the world still shadowed by winter's frown,
And well may they cheerly laugh "Ha! ah!" In laughter sweet and low,
The millions of flowers under the ground,yes, millions beginning to grow.

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  1. Beautiful poignant poem Claire, and stunning work/photography! X