Couldn't resist posting this picture of my regular gardening tools. They're taking a much-needed breather as the rain has made it near impossible to work outside. All the newspaper headlines scream, "CITY LIFE PARALYSED!" accompanied by pictures of people caught unaware by the sudden onslaught. Roads turn into muddy rivers. Cars remain stranded. Despite the water level being shallow, water, where it shouldn't be, is dangerous. How do you fathom how safe you are? There could be jagged pieces of metal or shards of glass in the water. A bit of rain is always wecome but this deluge....!
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