Fragrance Quote for January 20th, 2012 from The Herb Garden by Ellen Brainerd Peck

THE HERB GARDEN

On the garden's southern side

Some old-time simples scent the air; Once a house-wife took a pride

In tending them with watchful care; Oft at work a-weeding there

Her busy hands flew, to and fro, Making all so neat and fair,

In long summers, years ago.

'Twas one Mistress Betty Ann,

With a wise, far-seeing eye, Sowed the seeds, with thrifty plan,

To gather herbs in falls to dry,— Fragrant bunches which hung high

From the rafters long and low, Close the dusky fire-place by,

In the winters, years ago.

Fine roses fill the garden now

That once the sweet old roses knew, And stalks of gladiolas bow

Where once the frail day-lilies blew, But, as a spirit wandering through

The winding paths, faint perfumes blow From the herbs which Betty grew,

In long summers, years ago.

Time has sped since Betty Ann

Gave the sweet herb garden care, But murmuring winds across it fan,

As if again a voice sang there, And small, white hands were wandering where

They moved, in past days, to and fro, Among the purple blossoms fair,

In long summers, years ago.

Fragrance Quote for January 20th, 2012 from The Herb Garden by Ellen Brainerd Peck