My plants have their berries early. The berries are easier to spot than the flowers.
Fairies, when you lose your way,
From the dance returning,
I the darkest undergrowth
See my candles burning!
These shall make the pathway plain
Homeward to your beds again.
Cecily Mary Baker
The picture for the Spring song is here.
I also found the Spring song itself.
I have neither bells nor petals,
Like the foxglove or the rose.
Through the length and breadth of England
Many flowers you may see
Petals, bells and cups in plenty -
But there's no one else like me.
In the hot house dwells my kinsman.
Arum-lilt, white and fine;
I am not so tall and stately
But the quaintest hood is mine;
And my glossy leaves are handsome;
I've a spike to make you stare;
And my berries are a glory
In September. (BUT BEWARE!)
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