We have not had much of springtime weather here in New England. It's just gotten warm enough to go out without a coat sometimes. This week the trees have leafed out and the garden perennials are taller.
Here is a selection of spring items from Waldorf inspired shops around the world. Click on any link and pay a visit! Each listing is paired with a song or poem, many taken from Spring Poems, Songs and Stories from Wynstone Press. Enjoy them!
I would be happy to see any requests for blog content in the comments, thanks -Karen Traversy
In the Springtime Garden
Rosy morning glow
Sunshine calling
Falling
Calling
Seedlings wake and grow.
-Margaret Meyerkort
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"The Fox"
-traditional
The Fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
He ran till he came to the farmers pen
The ducks and the geese were kept therein
He said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o
He grabbed the great goose by the neck
He threw a duck across his back
And he didn't mind the quack, quack
And the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o
He didn't mind the quack, quack
And the legs all danglin' down-o
Well the old gray Woman jumped out of bed
Out of the window she popped her head
Cryin' John, John the great goose is gone
The Fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o
John, John the great goose is gone
And the Fox is on the town-o
He ran till he came to his nice warm den
And there were the little ones 8, 9, 10
Sayin' Daddy, Daddy better go back again
It must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o
Daddy, Daddy go back again
For it must be a mighty fine town-o
The Fox and his Wife, without any strife
They cut up the goose with a fork and a knife
And they never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones
I Have Seen a Mother Bird
-Thompson and Koteen
I have heard a mother bird, singing in the rain,
Telling all her little ones, Spring has come again!
I have seen a wave of green, down a lovely lane,
Making all the hedges glad, Spring has come again!
I have found a patch of ground, golden in the sun,
Crocuses are calling out: Spring just begun!
My Lady Spring
My Lady Spring is dressed in green
she wears a primrose crown..
and little baby buds and twigs are clinging to her gown...
The sun shines if she laughs at all,
and if she weeps, the raindrops fall,
My Lady Spring
~Nancy Foster
Caterpillar
Fuzzy, wuzzy, creepy crawly
Caterpillar funny
You will be a butterfly
When the days are sunny.
Wiggling, flinging, dancing, springing
Butterfly so yellow,
You were once a caterpillar,
Wriggly, wiggly, fellow.
-Lillian Vabada
The Hare
-J Aulie, Germany
See the littler hare so fast asleep, fast asleep
Little hare, oh are you ill,
That you lie so quiet and still?
Hop little hare, hop little hare
Hop any where.
White Coral Bells
-traditional
White choral bells
Upon a slender stalk
Lilies of the valley deck my garden walk
Oh, don't you wish that you might hear them ring?
That will happen only when the fairies sing.
