The newest addition to our family, a granddaughter, will be joining us in June. In her honor, we planted violets today. My friend shared this poem with me, something she read with her daughter often. I think it is perfect. Please enjoy the violets and the poem. - CindyIn The Wood
In the wood where shadows are deepest
From the branches overhead,
Where the wild wood-strawberries cluster,
And the softest moss is spread,
I met today with a fairy,
And I followed her where she led.
Some magical words she uttered,
I alone could understand,
For the sky grew bluer and brighter;
while there rose on either hand
The cloudy walls of a palace
That was built in Fairy-land.
And I stood in a strange enchantment;
I had known it all before:
In my heart of hearts was the magic
Of days that will come no more,
The magic of joy departed,
That Time can never restore.
That never, ah, never, never,
Never again can be ~
Shall I tell you what powerful fairy
Built up this palace for me?
It was only a little white violet
Adelaide A. Procter
1825 ~ 1864