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I cast to earth a seed

 

Sometimes we all need a little inspiration, especially at the beginning of year when the wait for Spring seems so long!

This poem from Tennyson still holds so much relevance. While he may have meant it to be a metaphor, today we think it has a more literal meaning. Time to embrace the 'weeds'.

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
'Splendid is the flower! '

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.

                       - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

What words of wisdom inspire you to grow wildflowers?


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I cast to earth a seed

 

Sometimes we all need a little inspiration, especially at the beginning of year when the wait for Spring seems so long!

This poem from Tennyson still holds so much relevance. While he may have meant it to be a metaphor, today we think it has a more literal meaning. Time to embrace the 'weeds'.

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
'Splendid is the flower! '

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.

                       - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

What words of wisdom inspire you to grow wildflowers?


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