"Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.
No need for bowl or silver spoon,
Sugar or spice or cream,
Has the wild berry plucked in June
Beside the trickling stream.
One such to melt at the tongue's root,
Confounding taste with scent,
Beats a full peck of garden fruit:
Which points my argument."
No need for bowl or silver spoon,
Sugar or spice or cream,
Has the wild berry plucked in June
Beside the trickling stream.
One such to melt at the tongue's root,
Confounding taste with scent,
Beats a full peck of garden fruit:
Which points my argument."
The illustration is one of Cecily Mary Barker's 'Flower Fairies'.
Mine are plumping up nicely at the allotment and should be ready for Wimbledon.
Mine are plumping up nicely at the allotment and should be ready for Wimbledon.
That's a lovely poem. I've got strawberries on my plants, I'm rather pleased as the flowers came early and I thought they may get frosted.
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Hi Anna! I like the poem very much... we have wild strawberries ripening all over the garden now and I pick a few every time I go out! Some are still a bit sour though. I'm so impatient!
ReplyDeleteAnna, I'm just catching up with several weeks of your blog, but it was the perfect day for me to read this poem. I just went out today to pick the first of my wild strawberries. It turned out to be a bit too early; even though I could see little red dots everywhere, most were not yet ripe enough to be picked. I'll try again in a few days. Nothing bits the sweet intensity of ripe strawberries. -Jean
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