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.

6 comments:

  1. Gorgeous! And for me as a European so American!

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  2. Adorable illustration and a lovely post too :)

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

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  4. 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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  5. I love everything about this! It's great!

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