The Linnea flower is a delicate and subtle flower, with its soft pink hue and dainty petals. Life is also a delicate flower that needs to be cherished, as so easily its petals can be crushed.

Larry's poem
Linnea is the name of a flower
that grows in the far north, so cold,
Where the warm winds and the gentle sun
Makes its beauty rare, unfold,
On the craggy mountain side
In dells by wood and stream
To add a touch of beauty to the world
Of enchanted dreams.
In the Far North I met Linnea
When the cold winds began to blow,
When the flowers on the mountain side
lie deep beneath the snow.
But Linnea had been spared
Like the flower that bore her name
To keep life and beauty in my heart
Till the warm winds blow again
My path in life was like a road
Along a mountain side.
Even like the flowers, the cold
Had caused my heart to die.
One flower had braved the cold
When all the rest were gone.
Linnea smiled, my heart came alive
So I could carry on.

Her smile brought warmth
And sunshine filled the air.
And when she spoke
Her voice was soft, like the flower fair
Growing on the mountain side
A touch of beauty it must bring
When the warm winds blow
Linnea smiled and turned my world to Spring.

Even though the cold winds blow
Way out beyond the hill,
The flowers deep beneath the snow
Lie quiet, cold and still.
Linnea lives to warm my world
Like the flower that bears her name,
To add beauty to the mountain side
When the warm winds blow again.
Linnea showing us Swedish textiles during the October Immigrant Trunk presentation
Enjoying the wood carvings at our February meeting

Making Christmas decorations at our annual November craft meeting
Along with Larry and Carl meeting folks from Sweden at the Village Pizzaria
Introducing herself to guests at our July meeting