Hope to My Heart

“I think of the garden after the rain;

And hope to my heart comes singing,

At morn the cherry-blooms will be white,

And the Easter bells be ringing!”

—Edna Dean Procter

  1. Winnie Nielsen says:

    Lovely poem and perfect for this early morning read! Since I don’t have mini Jersey cows, I was wondering, do little ones like Etta Rose get a visit from the famous Bunny? Perhaps some fresh clovers picked on the way to fill StellaJane and Mia’s baskets? When my girls were little, we always grew real rye grass in the girls’ baskets for Easter. The baskets were lined with heavy duty foil and then filled with a few rocks at the bottom and potting soil. We sowed the seeds about 4-5 weeks before Easter so there would be a big thick crop of grass. The trick to filling the basket was to make sure that everything was contained in a wrapper as the grass has dew on it and anything loose would get wet by morn. Anyway, the second big fun was after the basket was empty, our guinea pig, Marshmallow, would get the whole grass package placed in her cage where she would devour all of the sweet tender green grasses with great enthusiasm!

  2. Terry Steinmetz says:

    Oh, Winnie, I love that story! It would be such fun!

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