As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
As children caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
~ Emily Dickinson
On Saturday, when I make little bouquets to sell in the neighborhood, I hope to offer something new or different each time. The garden does too. Last week, white phlox and the prettiest pink penstemon, joined the roses in Mason jars.
Each posey received a leaf stem of this nameless-at-the-moment Scotch (Spinosissima) rose, and a soft furry leaf of minty pelargonium.
Mr. Ball, I really enjoyed using your lovely jars!
This was one of my favorites from the batch. Notice how effective that leafy rose stem is.