Dans le jardin d'Yvonne

Perles de mai

A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn—
A flask of Dew—A Bee or two—
A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
And I'm a Rose!

Emily Dickinson

I wish to grow a little garden here, full of flowers wild and not so wild, to help keep my friend Yvonne's memory blooming. I remember she loved them all.