I got a bee in my bonnet about pressing some flowers after seeing an ad for making bookmarks with them.
But the bee wasn’t done yet. It was buzzing around my head saying, “Write a poem! Write a poem!” So I obeyed the bee.
I picked some juicy bleeding heart
I cut a few of its leaves
The freshest pink, Creator’s art
Pressed between the sheaves
Next ‘twas boldfaced pansies
Colors of purple and gold
Delightful silken fancies
Flattened ‘til they’re old
Lily of the Valley!
With delicate perfume brushed,
The leprechaun O’Malley
Will weep to see you crushed
In flower press academic
These lovelies have been laid
Time will make them poetic
E’en as their colors fade
Be happy they were selected,
These denizens of the yard,
For they’ll be resurrected
On a bookmark or a card
I should probably delete this before leprechaun O’Malley finds out I used his name in a poem.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Donna
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Love your cheerful creativity!
I will be hosting a tea for some young girls in the neighborhood on Saturday (thankfully with the help of a neighbor). My pressing matter will be to iron some linens for the special occasion. I could wear a bonnet, but there (hopefully) will not be a bee in it! 🙂
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A tea party! What a grand thing to do! I look forward to hearing all about it when I see you. ❤️
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