When hollyhocks whisper amongst themselves,
What is it that they say?
What is it that they say?
Do they discuss the unfurling of a Blue Ribbon rose...
Or the Irish Cream's new bloom for the day?
Do they talk of the mums warm autumn tones
growing small and demure at their feet?
growing small and demure at their feet?
Are they chatting of ripening strawberries,
blushing red in the summer's heat?
blushing red in the summer's heat?
Or do they whisper of hollyhock things--
Things that I just don't see?
How I wish I could speak "hollyhock"
So the hollyhocks would whisper to me.
Things that I just don't see?
How I wish I could speak "hollyhock"
So the hollyhocks would whisper to me.
Original poem by Cindy IversonAll rights reserved.
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What a sweet little tale you wove with these pictures! I just love the hollyhocks- they really do look as though they are sharing some secrets. Very sweet indeed.
ReplyDeleteAlas, we'll never know the secrets they whisper. :) Beautiful blooms and the poem was a nice touch.
ReplyDeleteMaybe if we stand real still and quiet, we might be able to find out what they are saying.
ReplyDeleteCindy, that was lovely, gorgeous photography. I love hollyhocks, another plant that doesn't seem to grow too well here.
ReplyDeleteJen
Beautiful post---and in my garden they are talking about being glad they don't have to be down there with the weeds.
ReplyDeleteThe little hollyhock-tale is so sweet...and I´m glad I found your beautiful blog. The hollyhocks whisper also here in Sweden :)
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures!
~ Annie
Such a lovely post Cindy. I once named a Russian Blue kitten Holly Hock and he wispered sweet nothings in my ear. ;-) Perhaps the real hollyhocks do the same?
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely poem and the pictures are great. i especially love the purple rose and the ripening strawberries!
ReplyDeletei agree with jane marie just sit and listen i think you will hear something!
I love the photos, I love the poem... very nice.
ReplyDeleteHow special! I love the little white hollyhocks whispering to each other. Your poetry is inspiring and so well illustrated with your lovely photos. I know what song you were singing at the time you took the pictures, too.
ReplyDeleteWow I love that blue rose. I once grew "Blue Moon" but it wasn't very good with disease or blooming. :-( I've always liked blue roses though with a front planting of lavender. My idea of heaven would be to add a jasmine and honeysuckle to climb at the back of the bed.
ReplyDeleteLovely photographs.