Thursday, March 24, 2011

Cultivate

From a song my maternal grandmother used to sing to me. I can actually vaguely remember either her or my mother explaining to me what the word "cultivate" meant.



I'm a little prairie flower,
Growing wilder every hour.
Nobody cares to cultivate me,
'Cause I'm as wild as wild can be.

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6 comments:

  1. Giselle Vidal McMenaminMarch 24, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    This is really cute!

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  2. barbaraMarch 25, 2011 at 2:12 AM

    Gorgeous! And for me as a European so American!

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  3. AfsanehMarch 25, 2011 at 2:50 AM

    Adorable illustration and a lovely post too :)

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  4. Sally TaylorMarch 25, 2011 at 4:35 AM

    Love it! Love the poem, love the sassy prairie flower. :)

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  5. HannahMarch 25, 2011 at 5:27 AM

    This is so wonderful. I love her expression and body language. Great colours too and the sky... actually I love everything about it :)

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  6. magicbeanbuyerMarch 25, 2011 at 6:14 AM

    I love everything about this! It's great!

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