When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
Although the heat hasn't said its reluctant goodbye, the play of colours has already started...Our usually orange sunsets turned spectacular the other day. I'm glad I could capture the many hues because within a few minutes, the show was over. It was as if the sky had never worn any other shade but the usual blue with flakes of orange.
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