There is something about hollyhocks that I absolutely adore! Long associated with cottages and a simpler time, these charming blooms evoke whimsy and nostalgia.
This year a good amount of rain and sun have produced showstopping blooms!
Hence a post dedicated to hollyhocks...
As long as there are hollyhocks beside a fence in July
And mothers who sing to keep hope alive.
As long as children play, without thought of tomorrow
Imagination unfurled, unfettered by sorrow.
As long as we pick those flower bouquets,
And place them in vases to brighten our day.
As long as fathers come home after work
To loved ones and laughter and familiar quirks.
Despair can be quelled and bad news can't dismay
For we find what we look for at the end of the day
Life can be beautiful, a work of rare art,
A silhouette of the shape of our heart.
As long as there's hollyhocks beside a fence in July
And mothers who sing to keep hope alive.(L.M.)
This year a good amount of rain and sun have produced showstopping blooms!
Hence a post dedicated to hollyhocks...
As long as there are hollyhocks beside a fence in July
As long as children play, without thought of tomorrow
Imagination unfurled, unfettered by sorrow.
As long as we pick those flower bouquets,
And place them in vases to brighten our day.
As long as fathers come home after work
To loved ones and laughter and familiar quirks.
Despair can be quelled and bad news can't dismay
For we find what we look for at the end of the day
Life can be beautiful, a work of rare art,
A silhouette of the shape of our heart.
As long as there's hollyhocks beside a fence in July
And mothers who sing to keep hope alive.(L.M.)
