The Cottage on the Moor is a place where I'll keep a fire going on cold winter nights and a breeze flowing through the windows on steamy summer days. There will be a "cup of warm" waiting for you to stimulate your mind. I'll try to keep it fresh by adding something every now and then. So come often. I hope you find it worth your while.
Monday, January 16, 2012
January Thoughts of Dandelions
I saw the pretty girls, in their spring dresses at the church, one Sunday morning long ago. They were making huge bouquets of Dandelions. It makes one know that even such a pesky "weed" as that can fill a child's eye with beauty and inspire in them a wish to share that beauty with someone they love.
by Jim Rapp
I found a little golden flower
That claimed she was a weed;
Born to grace a field for one brief hour;
Born from humble peasant seed.
But I picked her blossom anyway
To show my mother love.
She said my gift had made her day;
That blooms like that are from above.
Dandelions, some have said,
Are blossoms, peasant-made.
But I will choose their goldenness ahead
Of other fronds that fill the glade.