Good evening friends, I took this picture yesterday and wanted to share it and a poem.................................
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has washed her lace
(She chose a summer's day)
And hung it in a grassy place
To whiten, if it may.
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has left it there,
And slept the dewy night;
Then waked, to find the sunshine fair,
And all the meadows white.
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, is dead and gone
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, is dead and gone
(She died a summer's day),
But left her lace to whiten in
Each weed-entangled way!
Mary Leslie Newton
Have a great Friday!
I never heard this poem before, and I love it, just as I've loved Queen Anne's Lace since I was a little girl. Thanks!
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Thanks for stopping by my space. I love your photography! I'm a photographer, and love how you're mixing it in with your blog. Beautiful. I'll definitely be back!
ReplyDeleteI got married in July, one of the filler flowers in my bouquets suddenly became scarce...so my florist said, "No problem, I'll just go behind the shop and cut a bunch of Queen Anne's Lace - and it'll be FREE!!"
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