He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 

                                

                                     William Butler Yeats

                                

You Speak the Language of Flowers

I can't stop taking pictures of our rose garden, and this is just the beginning, hundred of buds are getting ready to burst into a symphony of colors. 

As you scroll down you might want to listen to Connie Dover singing, You Speak the Language of Flowers.  

Peonies

Joseph's Coat Roses

Joseph's Coat turning golden yellow

Joseph's Coat fading into the softest light yellow and pink blush

Blue Toadflax flower in the field

Narcissus at the edge of the wood