In Modest Tints Arrayed

The Violet
    By Jane Taylor

Down in a green and shady bed
     A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
     As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower,
     No colours bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
     Instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was content to bloom;
     In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused its sweet perfume,
     Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go,
     This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
     In sweet humility.

I went out to pick a bouquet of one of my favorite spring flowers and saw this young squirrel coming carefully down the tree.

It seemed to be looking for something to eat - no parent squirrels around.

Blue Violets
    By Dora Read Goodale

A blossom of returning light
     An April flower of sun and dew;
The earth and sky, the day and night
     Are melted in her depth of blue!

Ahh....Spring!  💞😘💖