Another beautiful day and I'm chasing a yellow butterfly... Mission unaccomplished but it led me to the grassy road-bank on the fringes of the marsh. And bugdom unfolded before my eyes. I don't know what this one is called but it looked pretty with a touch of red! There were several damselflies--in reds and bluish-greys but they were really tiny. Couldn't get a good shot of the insect which resembled a lady-bug but it was in orange. Miniature blooms amidst all that green and luxuriant grass. Returned home happy with what I'd seen, carrying with me a spray of wild grass blooms....
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