F is for Flower

This time of year is so dirty and drab
It’s been a long winter and I’m feeling my flab (OOF! My clothes have shrunk!)
Snow is still here, will it ever be gone?
I’m starting to wonder if we have a lawn,
I can’t wait to see flowers, a sure sign of spring
Nothing cheers me up more, not even bling,
I especially like wild flowers just like these
They sprout up randomly among the trees,
The trillium is the flower for Ontario
So pure and perfect , the colour of snow,
This flower is protected so leave it be
Only take a photo for a memory,
You mustn’t pick them, whatever you do
Trillium police are watching you!

Here is a photo of a trillium I took last May. Such gorgeous wild flowers and very fitting to be our provincial flower.


Here is an old television commercial from years ago with Ontario's theme song. You will see the trillium featured at the end. I remember us singing this song in school. Ontariariariooooooooo! Ah, nostalgia. Isn't it great?






Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 7, 2014 at 2:03 AM

    Beautiful poem.. Wow.. and an amazing pic to back that up!!! Great write :)

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  2. NabanitaApril 7, 2014 at 2:47 AM

    Loved the poem and the pic too...Flowers make us feel so warm no?

    Random Thoughts Naba

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    1. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 4:25 AM

      Flowers are such a welcome sight after a long winter. They do make us feel warm, Naba, I agree! Thanks for commenting.

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  3. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 2:56 AM

    Awesome!! Loved it totally!!

    ~S(t)ri
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    Smile, it makes (y)our day!

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  4. Ida ThoughtApril 7, 2014 at 4:22 AM

    Excellent poem. Since moving to Denmark 4 years ago I truly appreciate the beauty of Spring after a long cold white winter... This year we didn't get much snow but it was still as exciting as ever to see the first blooms of vinterdæk (also a white flower native to the area that are the first to announce the coming spring) Reflex Reactions

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    1. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 4:26 AM

      Thanks for commenting, Ida. I bet those vinterdaek are lovely flowers, especially if they are one of the first blooms you see after winter, like the trilliums here in Ontario.

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  5. Vidya SuryApril 7, 2014 at 4:38 AM

    Oh Cathy! So sorry about your prolonged winter with snow, no less! Sigh.
    The trillium is beautiful.

    Hugs! And thanks for your lovely comment on my post!

    Love,

    Vidya

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  6. RajlakshmiApril 7, 2014 at 4:57 AM

    indeed they are gorgeous wild flowers... loved your poem too :)

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  7. Beloo MehraApril 7, 2014 at 5:00 AM

    Hope you get your spring and flowers soon! Or move to India :) Nice post!

    Beauty Interprets, Expresses, Manifests the Eternal

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  8. AditiApril 7, 2014 at 6:03 AM

    The Trillium is beautiful and what a lovely poem! Hope the snow melts and the spring spurts soon!

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  9. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 8:14 AM

    While our snow is finally gone and we can see the grass, it is so cold! 41 degrees today. :P On the upside the flowers are just starting to poke through the ground so there is hope!! ♥

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  10. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 8:44 AM

    great poem makes me wish for warmer weather... :)

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  11. SitaraApril 7, 2014 at 9:54 AM

    Nice flowers.......
    To welcome the spring

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  12. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 9:58 AM

    Beautiful words...nice poem.

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  13. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 10:03 AM

    Gorgeous flowers and a very beautiful poem too :)

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  14. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 11:05 AM

    I loved this poem. More than bling! I choked on my tea with that one. Seriously!

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  15. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 11:25 AM

    Does it look somewhat like the stargazer lily? I am sorry if I may have blundered, but it looks so perfect, I could use it on my cakes :)

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  16. Battered HopeApril 7, 2014 at 2:52 PM

    Yes, I remember that about those beautiful whites. I loved the poem, especially the second line!

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  17. SuzyApril 8, 2014 at 2:43 AM

    Love your poem. My clothes shrink all the time (if only). I'm feeling the flab too.

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  18. AnonymousApril 8, 2014 at 7:33 AM

    What a beautiful poem and picture. Too bad I can't share my warm weather...already had to do spring yard work! ugh! And my flowers are blooming all over the place. Bad thing: Allergies. Good thing: COLOR!

    Jamie Dement (LadyJai)
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