I never set eyes on a clover-field now,
Or fool around a stable, or climb in the mow,
But my childhood comes back just as clear and as plain,
As the smell of the clover I’m sniffing again.
— James Whitcomb Riley said that
c L ov ER
AT HOME
I never set eyes on a clover-field now,
Or fool around a stable, or climb in the mow,
But my childhood comes back just as clear and as plain,
As the smell of the clover I’m sniffing again.
— James Whitcomb Riley said that
shoe hangup
it’s heaven
s T R A w
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what a delightful poem. Oh how I love the fragrance of clover.
I really like how you’ve done such a great job of selective focus on that unfurling clover.
I LOVE your image – such perfect focus and Dof, and the prose is perfect accompaniment!
very creative composition of the stems and leaf, but I don’t quite get the text overlay
Great use of light and shadow play across the stems of the clover!
Beautiful!
Lovely close up
There is a cetain sad grace about your image.
Superb composition and beautiful text .
Fantastique forme et plante et cette couleur sueprbe
Bravo et belle soirée
Nicou
Magnifique. Souvenir des odeurs printanières
i see your middle C in your image Sherri… nice photograph and i love the smell of clover… i have more clover in my yard than grass… but we do live out in the country after all….peter:)
How lovely in every way, Sherri. And just now I realized that there is a LOVER in the midst of all that clover. 🙂
The smell of clover brings back my childhood in Ireland. it is so evocative.
I love the picture and the quote Sherri
Pretty!!
Remember when I used to put up poetry with my photos? that was a very long time ago!
Somebody made me feel bad for putting up poetry that wasn’t mine, I can’t remember what they said was wrong with that lol
i love the tiny jungle you have captured here… i can picture little people walking into ‘the forest’ 🙂