DivineAfternoon snack for aBalancing dancer,Strawberry soda in a tall Green goblet.
Summer isn't summer 'till the zinnias come to townSet to dance in sun and wind where butterflies abound.Summer turns fiesta, a most colorful revue.Zinnias turn our hearts to autumn as nothing else can do.
Zinnias are circus flowers.They have pizzazz!They make the passerby shout with glee.Make him recall an old melody.Zinnias are not the slightest tad shy; They shout and waveAs you walk by, "Look at me. Look at me. Look at me! I'm as bright as bright can be! Butterflies love to dance atop me.On tippet-toe they ride the breeze,They light and flutter... Continue Reading →