The Field Daisy

by Ann Taylor I’m a pretty little thing, Always coming with the spring; In the meadows green, I’m found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is covered flat With a white and yellow hat. Little Mary, when you pass Lightly o’er the tender grass, Skip about, but do not tread On my bright…

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Come And Play in the Garden

by Ann Taylor Come And Play In The Garden Little sister, come away, And let us in the garden play, For it is a pleasant day. On the grass-plat let us sit, Or, if you please, we’ll play a bit, And run about all over it. But the fruit we will not pick, For that…

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The Gaudy Flower Poem

by Ann Taylor Why does my Anna toss her head, And look so scornfully around, As if she scarcely deigned to tread Upon the daisy-dappled ground? Does fancied beauty fire thine eye, The brilliant tint, the satin skin? Does the loved glass, in passing by, Reflect a graceful form and thin? Alas! that form, and…

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Ann Taylor

“You’re never fully-dressed without a smile” Today is the birthday of the English poet and literary critic Ann Taylor. Her sister Jane was a poet as well. Ann famously said, “The most important thing is to wear a smile.” Here’s a collection of poems about the garden by Ann Taylor. Come And Play In The…

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20200101 The Daily Gardener Album Cover

Today we celebrate the botanical illustrator who was wrongfully fired from his first job and the French botanist who spent a month in California with a boatful of Russians. We’ll learn about the botanical name of the city where people leave their hearts, and we’ll fall in love with a classic garden writer from Bronxville,…

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20200101 The Daily Gardener Album Cover

Martagon Lilies are in peak right now in most gardens. They bring the most beautiful architectural aspect and form to the garden; they are so exquisite. Offering a Turk’s cap-style bloom, Like many plants, Martagon colonies get better and better with age. Martagons like rich soil, and they will be grateful for a dusting of…

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The Violet

by Ann Taylor Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, It’s color bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there. Yet thus it was…

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