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Flowers Story(contiune)

THE NARCISSUS AND THE TULIP

ALL IN A GARDEN FAIR

The tulips stood up very stiff and tall. They looked neither to the left nor the right, but straight up toward the sky. They lifted their stiff petals a little higher as if shrugging their shoulders. Their stiff stalks would have broken rather than have bent.

The great yellow daffodils stood in a long golden row just across the path from the tulips. They danced and bowed and shook their fluffy heads. They nodded in a very friendly fashion to their cousins, who huddled shyly together in the corner of the garden.

Now the daffodils' cousins were the narcissus blossoms who bloomed in quiet beauty in the garden corner. They were as tall as the yellow daffodils, and more slender.

They wore lovely broad white collars, and their golden hearts were bound with dainty pink or crimson. They seemed not half as proud and stiff as the tulips, nor half as gaudy and gay as the daffodils.

Indeed, the narcissus blossoms paid little heed to the more gaudy flowers. They just bloomed in quiet and peace for those who cared for them.

Phyllis stood in the midst of the garden and listened for the faint flower voices.

"Those are cousins of mine." The daffodil spoke to a scarlet tulip, and she nodded in the direction of the narcissus blossoms.

"Do you mean that the narcissus is a relation of yours?" asked the tulip, still looking skyward.

"Yes, indeed," said the daffodil. "We do not look much alike, to be sure. But our family name is the same."

"Now that you mention it," said the tulip, "I think there is a little resemblance. You both have those long, slender stalks and those grasslike leaves. But you wear yellow while the narcissus dresses in white and gold. What is your family name?"

"Both the narcissus and myself belong to the amaryllis family," said the daffodil, proudly. "My blossoms are larger and more showy, but there are those who like my cousin's dress the better. She is called the poet's narcissus, while I am daffodil narcissus–"

"But we children have a dearer name for you," Phyllis interrupted. "We call you little daffy-down-dilly."

The daffodil shook all her many skirts out proudly in the sunshine. Then she bowed three times until her head fairly touched the ground. The tulips still stared stiffly at the sky.

"We belong to the lily family," said one tulip, after a pause. "We wear gorgeous dresses and hold our heads proudly because Mother Nature bade us do so.

"We are dear friends of those wonderful creatures, the bees. The butterflies, too, sometimes visit us."

"I think," said Phyllis, shyly, "that the butterflies must be your cousins, or, at least, you must get your dresses from the same loom."

The tulips could not bow, but one less stiff than the others actually shook so hard with laughter that a section of its dress fell off.

"What a dear little girl," said the quiet poet's narcissus from the corner. "I am glad that we live in her garden."

It was Phyllis's turn to bow and run into the house for tea.

DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY

Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!    She slept with her head on a rose,When a sly moth-miller kissed her,    And left some dust on her nose. Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!     She woke when the clock struck ten, And hurried away to the fairy queen's ball,     Down in the shadowy glen. Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!     Right dainty was she, and fair, In her bodice of yellow satin,     And petticoat green and rare. But to look in her dew-drop mirror,     She quite forgot when she rose, And into the queen's high presence     Tripped with a spot on her nose. Then the little knight who loved her–     O, he wished that he were dead: And the queen's maid began to titter,     And tossed her saucy head. And up from her throne so stately,     The wee queen rose in her power, Just waved her light wand o'er her,     And she changed into a flower. Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!     Now in silver spring-time hours, She wakes in the sunny meadows,     She lives with other flowers. Her beautiful yellow bodice,     With green skirts wears she still; And the children seek and love her,     But they call her daffodil.

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Flowers Are Happy Florist is your Austin florist, and the newest  of the Austin flower shops.
When you are looking for flower delivery in Austin, we hope your search ends with us.
We are family owned we are grateful you find us .
With over 10 years of floral design expirience our first shop was built in Beijing,China 2006 as happy results floral design,.

Now relocating to Austin (Texas)

we are hope we can serve you better . In addition to being an Austin florist, we deliver flowers every day in Pflugerville,
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FLOWER STORIES(continue)

ALL ABOUT THE SNOWDROP

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Belongs to amaryllis family.

Blossoms in early spring.

Common in gardens–grows from bulb.

Flowers generally on an umbrel–at other times single–in colour they are pure white, with drooping nodding heads. No cups for flower–three of the petals are longer than the other three. These are notched and lap over the shorter ones. Three cells to pod.

Leaves long, slender, grass-like.

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NARCISSUS AND THE TULIP

THE NARCISSUS AND THE TULIP

ALL IN A GARDEN FAIR

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The tulips stood up very stiff and tall. They looked neither to the left nor the right, but straight up toward the sky. They lifted their stiff petals a little higher as if shrugging their shoulders. Their stiff stalks would have broken rather than have bent.

The great yellow daffodils stood in a long golden row just across the path from the tulips. They danced and bowed and shook their fluffy heads. They nodded in a very friendly fashion to their cousins, who huddled shyly together in the corner of the garden.

Now the daffodils' cousins were the narcissus blossoms who bloomed in quiet beauty in the garden corner. They were as tall as the yellow daffodils, and more slender.

They wore lovely broad white collars, and their golden hearts were bound with dainty pink or crimson. They seemed not half as proud and stiff as the tulips, nor half as gaudy and gay as the daffodils.

Indeed, the narcissus blossoms paid little heed to the more gaudy flowers. They just bloomed in quiet and peace for those who cared for them.

Phyllis stood in the midst of the garden and listened for the faint flower voices.

"Those are cousins of mine." The daffodil spoke to a scarlet tulip, and she nodded in the direction of the narcissus blossoms.

"Do you mean that the narcissus is a relation of yours?" asked the tulip, still looking skyward.

"Yes, indeed," said the daffodil. "We do not look much alike, to be sure. But our family name is the same."

"Now that you mention it," said the tulip, "I think there is a little resemblance. You both have those long, slender stalks and those grasslike leaves. But you wear yellow while the narcissus dresses in white and gold. What is your family name?"

"Both the narcissus and myself belong to the amaryllis family," said the daffodil, proudly. "My blossoms are larger and more showy, but there are those who like my cousin's dress the better. She is called the poet's narcissus, while I am daffodil narcissus–"

"But we children have a dearer name for you," Phyllis interrupted. "We call you little daffy-down-dilly."

The daffodil shook all her many skirts out proudly in the sunshine. Then she bowed three times until her head fairly touched the ground. The tulips still stared stiffly at the sky.

"We belong to the lily family," said one tulip, after a pause. "We wear gorgeous dresses and hold our heads proudly because Mother Nature bade us do so.

"We are dear friends of those wonderful creatures, the bees. The butterflies, too, sometimes visit us."

"I think," said Phyllis, shyly, "that the butterflies must be your cousins, or, at least, you must get your dresses from the same loom."

The tulips could not bow, but one less stiff than the others actually shook so hard with laughter that a section of its dress fell off.

"What a dear little girl," said the quiet poet's narcissus from the corner. "I am glad that we live in her garden."

It was Phyllis's turn to bow and run into the house for tea.

DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY

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Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!     She slept with her head on a rose, When a sly moth-miller kissed her,     And left some dust on her nose. Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!     She woke when the clock struck ten, And hurried away to the fairy queen's ball,     Down in the shadowy glen. Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!     Right dainty was she, and fair, In her bodice of yellow satin,     And petticoat green and rare. But to look in her dew-drop mirror,     She quite forgot when she rose, And into the queen's high presence     Tripped with a spot on her nose. Then the little knight who loved her–     O, he wished that he were dead: And the queen's maid began to titter,     And tossed her saucy head. And up from her throne so stately,     The wee queen rose in her power, Just waved her light wand o'er her,     And she changed into a flower. Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!     Now in silver spring-time hours, She wakes in the sunny meadows,     She lives with other flowers. Her beautiful yellow bodice,     With green skirts wears she still; And the children seek and love her,     But they call her daffodil.

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A tropical flower, anthuriums have strange petal-like bracts, that are red, pink, white or green. The blooms are glossy like patent leather. As a cut flower, anthuriums live two to three weeks.
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FLOWER STORIES(Continue)

HOW THE SNOWDROP CAME

The whole earth was bare and desolate. The trees were bare, and the grasses were broken and brown. The snow fell fitfully.

Adam and Eve sat outside the Garden of Eden and remembered the beautiful green of the leaves and grasses, and the gorgeous colours of the flowers.

Then Eve shivered and sobbed softly to herself, for the earth seemed big and empty. All had once been lovely.

Then an angel in heaven looked down and saw Eve weeping. And the angel came down to comfort her.

As the angel spake to Eve a snowflake fell on her hair. The angel took it in his hand. "Look, Eve," said the angel, "This little flake of snow shall change into a flower for you. It shall bud and bring forth blossoms for you!"

As he spoke, the angel placed the snowflake on the ground at the feet of Eve. As it touched the earth it sprang up a beautiful flower of purest white.

And Eve, looking down, saw the blossom, and dried her tears and smiled in joy.

"Take heart, dear Eve," said the angel. "Be hopeful and despair not. Let this little snowdrop be a sign to you that the summer and the sunshine will come again."

And about the feet of Eve there sprang up through the snow numberless little white-cupped blossoms. Thus, the legend tells us, the snowdrop came to earth.

CALLING THEM UP

"Shall I go and call them up,–       Snowdrop, daisy, buttercup?" Lisped the rain. "They've had a pleasant winter's nap."       Lightly to their doors it crept,       Listened, while they soundly slept; Gently woke them with its rap-a-tap-a-tap! Quickly woke them with its rap-a-tap-a-tap!       Soon their windows opened wide,–       Everything astir inside; Shining heads came peeping out, in frill and cap;       "It was kind of you, dear rain,"       Laughed they all, "to come again. We were waiting for your rap-a-tap-a-tap! Only waiting for your rap-a-tap-a-tap!"

TO THE SNOWDROP

Pretty firstling of the year!   Herald of the host of flowers! Hast thou left thy cavern drear,   In the hope of summer hours?   Back unto thy earthen bowers! Back to thy warm world below,   Till the strength of sun and showers Quell the now relentless snow! Art still here? Alive? And blithe?   Though the stormy Night hath fled, And the Frost hath passed his scythe   O'er thy small, unsheltered head?   Ah!–some lie amidst the dead, (Many a giant, stubborn tree,–   Many a plant, its spirit shed), That were better nursed than thee! What hath saved thee? Thou wast not   'Gainst the arrowy winter furred,– Armed in scale,–but all forgot   When the frozen winds were stirred.   Nature, who doth clothe the bird, Should have hid thee in the earth,   Till the cuckoo's song was heard, And the Spring let loose her mirth. Nature,–deep and mystic word!   Mighty mother, still unknown! Thou didst sure the snowdrop gird   With an armour all thine own!   Thou, who sent'st it forth alone To the cold and sullen season,   (Like a though at random thrown), Sent it thus for some grave reason! If 'twere but to pierce the mind   With a single, gentle thought, Who shall deem thee harsh or blind,   Who that thou hast vainly wrought?   Hoard the gentle virtue caught From the snowdrop,–reader wise!   Good is good, wherever taught, On the ground or in the skies! –Barry Cornwall.

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FLOWER STORIES

THE SNOWDROP

IN THE SPRING-TIME GARDEN

"Oh-ooo!"

It was a most delighted little cry. In fact, Phyllis was a most delighted little girl. Right here in her own garden was the first spring blossom. Phyllis's bright brown eyes shone eagerly, and her brown gold curls blew wildly as she rushed to the door to tell the family.

"It was my secret!" cried the little girl, dancing first on one foot and then on the other. "I've known for whole days that it was coming!"

"What is it?" cried Jack. "When did it arrive? Who brought it? What is it?"

"I think the sunshine brought it," said Phyllis. "I think that warm rain yesterday helped bring it. It is a little snowdrop. Come and see how lovely it is! How it hangs its pretty nodding head and how it lets the wind rock it!"

After the family had admired the little messenger of spring and gone back into the house, Phyllis still lingered.

"You are very lovely," said Phyllis, stooping lower over the little cluster of blossoms.

"I am so glad you have come. You see, when I put those dry-looking bulbs in the ground last fall, it seemed hard to believe that anything so dainty and delicate and sweet as you could come from them."

The snowdrop nodded sweetly at Phyllis's words of praise.

"I always come with the earliest spring sunshine," said the snowdrop.

"I wish I knew all about you," said the little girl, wistfully. "The birds and the bees have told me their stories. I should so love to know about the blossoms which come every summer to make me happy."

"I am a very simple flower," said the snowdrop, "but I have lived in the world for countless summers. If you like, I will tell you what I can of myself."

Phyllis drew closer to the little plant and softly touched it with her finger-tips.

"Do tell me," she said.

"I am one of the blossoms of spring," said the snowdrop. "I come to tell you that the long winter is over; that the summer will soon be here.

"I usually bear my blossoms in an umbel, though there is sometimes but a single blossom on a stalk."

"What is an umbel?" Phyllis wondered.

"An umbel, Phyllis, is a number of blossoms starting from a common centre on a single stalk."

"Your petals are not all the same size," said Phyllis. "I notice that though you really have six petals, the three outer ones are large and lap over the smaller inner petals. The outer petals are notched. How snowy white they are, and what a tender green are your grasslike leaves."

But the snowdrop only nodded its bowed head, and said not another word.

THE SEED

A wonderful thing is a seed;     The one thing deathless for ever; For ever old and for ever new; Utterly faithful and utterly true–     Fickle and faithless never. Plant lilies, and lilies will bloom;     Plant roses, and roses will grow; Plant hate, and hate to life will spring; Plant love, and love to you will bring     The fruit of the seed you sow.