My blackberry tree is in full bloom now. Covered in ivory- coloured fluffy, feathery flowers, the tree promises Abundance! Not that it has ever disappointed....Summers would never be the same with- out the berries and the flocks of birds that come a-calling at any given hour of the day! The ground below the tree is covered with a patina of yellow polleny dust now.But soon enough, my feathered friends will carpet the ground with hundreds of seeds of half-eaten berries!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau