where the wild bee wings

I have always loved the poetry by Robert Louis Stevenso. Their innocence and beauty reminds me of a kinder gentler time.  The poem "The Flowers" is where I draw my website address from.  You are welcome to join me in the garden where the wild bee wings and all sorts of  bunnies hop about.

All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters,
Shepherd's purse, 
Bachelor's buttons,
Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.

Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!

Tiny woods below
whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!

Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.

The Flowers by
Robert Louis Stevenson