This humble dandelion is my offering for Becky B’s April Bright Squares Challenge.
Hail, man-o’-war’s men, safeguards of your nation,
Here is an end, at last, of all privation;
You’ve got your pay–spare all you can afford
To welcome Little Buttercup on board
I’m called Little Buttercup, dear Little Buttercup,
Though I could never tell why.
But still I’m called Buttercup, Poor Little Buttercup,
Sweet Little Buttercup, I!
I’ve snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky,
I’ve scissors, and watches, and knives;
I’ve ribbons and laces to set off the faces
Of pretty young sweethearts and wives
I’ve treacle and toffee, I’ve tea and I’ve coffee,
Soft tommy and succulent chops;
I’ve chickens and conies, and pretty polonies,
And excellent peppermint drops.
Then buy of your buttercup, Dear Little Buttercup,
Sailors should never be shy;
So buy of your Buttercup, Poor Little Buttercup,
Come, of your Buttercup buy. — H.M.S. Pinafore, Gilbert & Sullivan
The croci are always the first to show themselves at the end of Winter. I find them a well sight every late Winter, early Spring day.
This is my entry for Marsha Ingrao’s Sunday Stills Challenge with the topic of emerging.
In honor of international pink day, I submit these snapdragons for Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge.