Postcard, with violets

A postcard, from me to you.  1911 style.

"Dear Frida, Got your card and glad to hear from you and also so glad to hear from Mother. We know we can't have her many more years -- how I wish I lived where I could see her often. Write me Frida often as you can. As ever Belle with love."


"But once"

I shall pass through 

this world but once.

Any good there-

fore that I can do-or any

kindness

In Green Old Gardens - A Poem

I found a poem today down in a rabbit hole of old gardening books where one author and book leads to another, and another, and then there is a snippet of a poem, and then I find the entire poem. I love these kinds of rabbit holes. 

I especially like the last verse of this poem, In Green Old Gardens.  I also like that I found this poem the day before the author Violet Fane's Birthday on Feb. 24.