The title of my online journal, Where the Wild Bee Wings, is a from a poem of one of my favorite writers, Robert Louis Stevenson. That poem is titled The Flowers.
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.
My hopes for this quiet place is to inspire others to take joy in the ordinary and find beauty in their surroundings. The world is such a noisy place and I pray this journal fills each reader with a little bit of the innocence and wonder of years gone by.