Words to set the scene

Sometimes words can really set a scene. I love looking for a good poem to use on the blog that ties in with what I am writing about or the season or holiday. I found this poem in the summertime and was bursting to put it on my blog. I had to wait until the right month and am so pleased that it is finally time.


Before I share the poem, I wanted to share one of my arrangments I made up. I really love working with top quality silk flowers and fake berries and fruit. I know some of you may be cringing now. It started for me when my husband starting having too much trouble with hayfever when I had a bouquet in the house. In Holland, many women buy a weekly bouquet as part of their shopping. I loved doing this too. When our money changed to the euro everthing became very expensive including flowers. By this time, I had started building a collection of flowers and berries. I would only buy the best quality I could find. I also wanted to be able to change them to the correct flower of the season. I keep them stored on a wine rack in a closet. I just open that closet and search for what I want to put together. It is lots of fun as I can do this at the spur of the moment. I find the greatest compliment is how often friends come into my home and I catch them feeling the flowers to see if they are real or not. Some tell me they really swore they were real. If you shop well, there are great quality flowers out there. It helps me with my love of flower arrangments without having to pay the high prices for flowers. Now if you are a tried and true real flower only kind of person, that is fine too and I hope this entry did not frighten you too much. Although, it is the Halloween season.....


October's Party


October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.


The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.


Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly "hands around."


~~ George Cooper ~~