Spring is springing - what is your favourite flower and your favourite wild flower. Why?

Jimmy 'Schnozzle' Durante version.

Not this time. Last time I fell over the veranda I cut my knee. I ought to wear padding, like ice hockey players.

No alarm please! I think it might repair, because grafts themselves are drastic cuts! I remain hopeful. 

That’s a shame Marianne, but I’m glad it wasn’t your head!

My eye zoomed in on the ‘split’ and it caused alarm for a bit.

A fitting impression.

I hope you yourself are were okay too and didn't require any taping up!

The response from  TheCatWoman reminded me of it. 

It was one of the easier poems that we learned off by heart at school and it was the one that resonated most.

After a lovely afternoon preparing troughs for strawberry plants, I tripped over the veranda step, crashed into my new pear tree and it split about 12"' from the graft. I've taped it with florist tape and will have to see what happens. So, a warning! Its been a winter away from gardening - so take more care than I did! I've vowed to do no more than an hour a day until I get fitter.

I love this poem!

LEISURE

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare

                                     W. H. Davies

“… a poet and she didn’t know it”.

I like hyacinths at this time of year as I love flowers that send their perfume out on the wind as you pass by.

Bluebells are my favourite wild flowers because I think there is nothing as impressive as the sea of blue. One of my favourite photos is one I took of bluebells in nearby woods taken through an archway made by the meeting of two trees 

'..in which to sit and stare.' Maybe you'll see a fairy there?

TheCatWoman said:

theres something about bluebell woods that give us a sort of instinctive magical reaction

That’s precisely it and it is something beyond description or replication in photography or art. They have an ethereal quality that draws one in. I’m hoping for some fine weather in the upcoming bluebell season in which to find a nice spot to sit and stare. 

Favourite flower is the hibiscus. It looks so exotic and cool in a pretty way

Spring is sprung, da grass is riz.

I wonder where da boidies is.

Days on da wing. Ain’t dat absurd.

I tought da wing was on da bird.

Marianne72 said:

I wish you would -

I did so yesterday

community.autism.org.uk/.../spring-photos-spring-whatever

Beautiful