When hollyhocks whisper amongst themselves,
What is it that they say?
What is it that they say?
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Do they discuss the unfurling of a Blue Ribbon rose...
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Or the Irish Cream's new bloom for the day?
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Do they talk of the mums warm autumn tones
growing small and demure at their feet?
growing small and demure at their feet?
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Are they chatting of ripening strawberries,
blushing red in the summer's heat?
blushing red in the summer's heat?
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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.
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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.