Inspiration from Vintage Nature: Robins on Icy Branches with a Rose in Full Bloom Amid Winter Snow


When we love, we always strive to become better than we are.
When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure.
Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
Tabitha Suzuma, Forbidden

Endurance is not just the ability to bear a hard thing, but to turn it into glory.
William Barclay

Antique Victorian Poem for Gardeners and Nature Lovers: The Song of the Bee by Nancy Nelson Pendleton


A whimsical poem about a garden friend, the helpful little bee. This is called "The Song of the Bee" and was written by Nancy Nelson Pendleton (1848 - 1902). It was originally published in the September 1897 issue of St. Nicholas Magazine. Here is how it goes:

Buzz, buzz, buzz
This is the song of the bee.
His legs are of yellow,
A jolly good fellow,
And yet a good worker is he.

In days that are sunny,
He's getting his honey;
In days that are cloudy,
He's hoarding his wax;
On pinks and on lilacs,
And gay daffodillies,
And columbine blossoms
He levies a tax.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The sweet-smelling clover
He humming hangs over;
The scent of the roses
Makes fragrant his wings;
He never gets lazy,
From thistle and daisy
And weeds of the meadow
Some treasure he brings.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!
From morning's first gray light
Till fading of day light,
He's singing and toiling
The summer day through,
Oh! we may get weary,
And think work is dreary;
'Tis harder by far
To have nothing to do.

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