Friday, July 16, 2010

Summer's Queen

Queen Anne, Queen Anne has washed her lace
{she choose a summer's day}
And hung it in a grassy place
To whiten, if it may.

Queen Anne, Queen Anne has left it there
And slept the dewy night;
Then waked, to find the sunshine fair,
And all the meadow's white...
-Mary Leslie Newton

Blessings~

11 comments:

Petite Michelle Louise said...

oh how i LOVE Queen Anne's Lace! It grew like crazy around my home in Miane. This brings back such fond memories for me! How lovely they look in your vintage bottles sandi! Thanks for sharing!

Tracie~MyPetiteMaison said...

Oh Sandi,
That's lovely... the flowers and the poem. Do you grow Queen Anne's Lace or buy it? I would love to grow it out front/side yards and am wondering if it's an easy grower.

Have a beautiful weekend!
xo~Tracie

Alison said...

What a beautiful way to display such a pretty flower

Marydon said...

Sweet friend I was just looking at the neighbors Queen Ann lace today & told myself to go pick it ... I'll be back shortly.

Such a beautiful presentation once again Sandi ... you bring such elegance & beauty to us.

Pop by for our GIVEAWAY ends Sun.
Have a lovely weekend.
TTFN ~ Marydon

Irene said...

What a lovely poem, and beautiful presentation.

A Cottage Muse said...

Hi Sandi! I remember my Jaclyn wearing this as a crown on her head when she was little and marrying her Daddy!

Bunny said...

Just a very beautiful post.

Donna said...

Ah, now you've inspired me to pick a bundle of it in the vacant lot next door! Lovely!

Jillian said...

I didn't know THAT'S what it was called! LOL So pretty. Nice post!

Jillian
Bella Rosa Antiques

Julie Marie said...

Hello Sandi... I love Queen Anne's Lace! It grows wild all around here... yours looks so beautiful in the little bottles... to me, it is the epitome of a summer's day! ... xoxo Julie Marie PS Love the poem too!

June said...

Sandi your Queen Anne's Lace is oh so pretty. I love it. It is the perfect companion for all your awesome bottles. Everytime I see blooms in bottles like those I think of my grandmother's window sills full of little bouquets from the garden.
Hugs to you from here!