Happiness is a shower of rain! With the heat that becomes almost unbearable, we all wait and pray for rain. Then it comes, it pours and pours! You gush and you revel in its magic--breathing in generous lungfuls of earth's essence, overcome with joy that your loved ones will turn greener, healthier. But magic isn't supposed to last! The soil starts to look like this. In the mornings and on quiet afternoons, the footmarks of the water rail create an intricate pattern of a foraging bird. This was the worst! It'd rained heavily for two days and the area was flooded. I thought I'd taken a photo of an insect skimming on surface. Instead the reflection of the cycad showed up! When the water gradually dried up, garden lizards came out to bask in the sun. This shy creature darted under the palms at my sight! Slush and shells here. This type of weed proliferated. I noticed the shells again after I'd loaded the photos in the computer. With the number of shells spiralling I settled down to a child's activity of glueing them along with pebbles and a stone butterfly and bits of sea-shells on to this little pot. Pebble-dashed and shell-stocked!
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