“One of the most attractive things about the flowers is their beautiful reserve.”
– Henry David Thoreau
I don’t have a traditional “cutting garden” , I have cutting garden flowers worked into my beds.
This year I went with some old fashioned annuals like zinnias and lisianthus worked in with my daisies, cone flowers, rudbeckia and so on. I also mix my herbs into the flower beds. It is all that cottage garden feel I like so much.
Today I decided to cut myself a little mid summer bouquet. Lisianthus, zinnias, rudbeckia, and daisies. I put the flowers in a blue bottle sitting on my kitchen windowsill.
So simple, so pretty, just makes me smile!
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I love fall gifts from the garden. Like the flowers I cut this morning in advance of the rain which is coming. Days like this make me think of the old Shaker song “Simple Gifts”. You will find the lyrics below the photo
Simple Gifts Lyrics
Joseph Brackett (1797- 1882)
‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free
‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain’d,
To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come ’round right.
‘Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,
‘Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,
And when we expect of others what we try to live each day,
Then we’ll all live together and we’ll all learn to say,
‘Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
‘Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of “me”,
And when we hear what others really think and really feel,
Then we’ll all live together with a love that is real.
The Earth is our mother and the fullness thereof,
Her streets, her slums, as well as stars above.
Salvation is here where we laugh, where we cry,
Where we seek and love, where we live and die.
When true liberty is found,
By fear and by hate we will no more be bound.
In love and in light we will find our new birth
And in peace and freedom, redeem the Earth.
‘Tis a gift to be simple, ’tis a gift to be fair,
‘Tis a gift to wake and breathe the morning air.
And each day we walk on the path that we choose,
‘Tis a gift we pray we never shall lose.