"I've banished the winter, saith the spring, Awake, arise ye flowers, Brisk breezes blow, Bright sunshine glows, And rouse the young year's powers..."  ~ Henry James Slack, "The Ministry of the Beautiful" (image at alfa-img.com)

"I've banished the winter, saith the spring, Awake, arise ye flowers, Brisk breezes blow, Bright sunshine glows, And rouse the young year's powers..." ~ Henry James Slack, "The Ministry of the Beautiful" (image at alfa-img.com)

"The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers...."  ~ Mathilde Blind, "April Rain" (image at cherylhunter.com)

"The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers...." ~ Mathilde Blind, "April Rain" (image at cherylhunter.com)

"The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers...."  ~ Mathilde Blind, "April Rain" (image at cherylhunter.com)

"The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers...." ~ Mathilde Blind, "April Rain" (image at cherylhunter.com)

"Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March winds in full blow. And humbler growths, as moved with one desire, Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire..."  ~ William Wordsworth, "Poor Robin" (image at arnoldzwicky.org)

English primrose - (known also as Common Primroses) - have flowers of one inch in diameter and grow up to six to eight inches in height and have relatively big leaves.

"Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March winds in full blow. And humbler growths, as moved with one desire, Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire..."  ~ William Wordsworth, "Poor Robin" (image at arnoldzwicky.org)

English primrose - (known also as Common Primroses) - have flowers of one inch in diameter and grow up to six to eight inches in height and have relatively big leaves.

"Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her, The flowery May, who from her green lap throws, The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose...."  ~ John Milton, "Song on a May Morning"  (image at carolynsshadegardens)

Posts about Primula x polyantha ‘Old Brick Reds’ written by Carolyn @ Carolyns Shade Gardens

"Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer."  ~ Sarah Teasdale, "September  Midnights"  (image at metoffice)

"When you let go of the stress, the obligation and the stress, you create enormous space for the light." quotes for women quotes over 50 with grace for women

"The breezes taste of apple peel, The air is full of smells to feel, Ripe fruit, old footballs, burning brush, New books, erasers, chalk, and such...."  ~ John Updike, "September" (image at ervhunt)

You've created the perfect football finger food menu, you bought the appropriate color decorations for your team, and you've ironed your game day jersey, but have you thought about what Super Bowl party games you and your guests will be playing on Su…

"Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid September; through the still warm noon The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune, Than ever in the summer; from the trees, Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies..." -  Edward Dowden, In September (image at getawaymavens

"Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid September; through the still warm noon The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune, Than ever in the summer; from the trees, Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies..." - Edward Dowden, In September (image at getawaymavens

"Before green apples blush, Before green nuts embrown, Why, one day in the country, Is worth a month in town..."  ~ Christina G. Rossetti, "Summer" (image at myflowerland)

"Before green apples blush, Before green nuts embrown, Why, one day in the country, Is worth a month in town..." ~ Christina G. Rossetti, "Summer" (image at myflowerland)

"Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade, Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes..."  ~ Alexander Pope, "Pastorals, Summer" (image at ostvigtree)

"Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade, Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes..." ~ Alexander Pope, "Pastorals, Summer" (image at ostvigtree)

"From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed, Child of the sun, refulgent summer comes, In pride of youth, and felt through nature's depth; He comes, attended by the sultry hours, And ever-fanning breezes, on his way..."  ~ James Thomson, "The Seasons, Summer" (image at tanglewoodthreads.blogspot)

"From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed, Child of the sun, refulgent summer comes, In pride of youth, and felt through nature's depth; He comes, attended by the sultry hours, And ever-fanning breezes, on his way..." ~ James Thomson, "The Seasons, Summer" (image at tanglewoodthreads.blogspot)

"The summer dawn's reflected hue, To purple changed Loch Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze, Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy..."      ~ Walter Scott, "Lady of the Lake" (image at outdoor-photos)

"The summer dawn's reflected hue, To purple changed Loch Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze, Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy..." ~ Walter Scott, "Lady of the Lake" (image at outdoor-photos)

"The brilliant poppy flaunts her head Amidst the ripening grain, And adds her voice to sell the song That August's here again."  ~ Helen Winslow (image at pixhaus)

"The brilliant poppy flaunts her head Amidst the ripening grain, And adds her voice to sell the song That August's here again." ~ Helen Winslow (image at pixhaus)

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