Rock Sculpture

The rock sculpture changed again.

Gardening

This time of year reminds me of

Granny and Grandaddy Rutherford's garden.

They always planted a large garden to share

with family and friends.

Weeder's Thoughts

I have raked the soil and planted the seeds

Now I've joined the army that fights the weeds.

For me no flashing saber and sword,

To battle the swiftly marching horde;

With a valiant heart I fight the foe,

My only weapon a trusty hoe.

No martial music to swing me along,

I march to the robin redbreast song.

No stirring anthem of bugle and drum

But the cricket's chirp and the honey bee's hum.

No anti-aircraft or siren yell

But there's Trumpet-creeper and Lily-bell.

With a loving heart and a sturdy hand,

I defend the borders of flower-land;

While high over Larkspur and Leopardsbane,

A butterfly pilots his tiny plane;

But I shall not fear his skillful hand,

My enemy charges only by land.

Would those who lead nations in war and hate

But lay down their guns at some garden gate,

There, bury- their bombs and their bloody deeds,

And join the grand army that's fighting the weeds.

-ALMA B. Eymann

Mom's Flowers

Mom's Beautiful Flowers

Lavendar and Bunny

Peonies
Peepaw's Rosebush
(Grandfather Fields)

Purple Iris

Little Birdhouses

Pink Columbine and Bishops Weed

Iris's in My Garden

These beautiful Iris's are blooming at my home.

The first Iris is from my Grandmother Fields.

The other Iris's my friends have shared with me.

Iris, Most Beautiful Flower
Iris, most beautiful flower,

Symbol of life, love, and light;

Found by the brook, and the meadow,

Or lofty, on arable height.

You come in such glorious colors,

In hues, the rainbow surpass;

The chart of color portrays you,

In petal, or veins, of your class.

You bloom with the first in Winter,

With the last, in the Fall, you still show;

You steal the full beauty of Springtime,

With your fragrance and sharp color glow.

Your form and beauty of flower,

An artist's desire of full worth;

So Iris, we love you and crown you,

MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER ON EARTH!

By Edith Buckner Edwards

AIS bulletin January 1961