Mountain Laurel ~

The Mountain Laurel is absolutely stunning this year. Hard to even capture the beauty of it. 

Mountain--Laurel ~ by Louisa May Alcott

    My bonnie flower, with truest joy
    Thy welcome face I see,
    The world grows brighter to my eyes,
    And summer comes with thee.
    My solitude now finds a friend,
    And after each hard day,
    I in my mountain garden walk,
    To rest, or sing, or pray.

    All down the rocky slope is spread
    Thy veil of rosy snow,
    And in the valley by the brook,
    Thy deeper blossoms grow.
    The barren wilderness grows fair,
    Such beauty dost thou give;
    And human eyes and Nature's heart
    Rejoice that thou dost live.

    Each year I wait thy coming, dear,
    Each year I love thee more,
    For life grows hard, and much I need
    Thy honey for my store.
    So, like a hungry bee, I sip
    Sweet lessons from thy cup,
    And sitting at a flower's feet,
    My soul learns to look up.

    No laurels shall I ever win,
    No splendid blossoms bear,
    But gratefully receive and use
    God's blessed sun and air;
    And, blooming where my lot is cast,
    Grow happy and content,
    Making some barren spot more fair,
    For a humble life well spent.

In His Love ~ Kim

"With Jesus in Her Heart, and Coffee in Her Cup"