broom-flower

Updated: July 3, 2025

And when it lighted on a rose-bush or a yellow broom-flower, or poised on a swaying blade of grass, he crept up and admired its lovely colors without touching the fragile thing. But at last, as if suddenly remembering an errand which it had forgotten, the butterfly soared quickly up and away over the treetops and out of sight. "Good-by, little brother!" called John after it.

Abbie Farwell Brown - John of the Woods