Sara Coleridge wrote this poem in the 1800s.
"January brings snow, and makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain and thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill, stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet, scatters daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs, skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses, fills the children's hands with posies.
Hot July brings cooling showers, apricots and gilly flowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn, then the harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit, sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant, then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast, then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet, blazing fire and Christmas treat."
Today most flowers are available in stores year-round, since most are flown in from warmer parts of the globe. So, in February we can buy roses, in April we can buy Easter Lilies. and for Mother's Day many different flowers are available. We even have masses of poinsettias in cold December.
This is Moya Andrews and today we focused on flowers across time.
