This seems to be her favourite spot now. I noticed her when I was going through the 'to be (do) or not to be (do)'moment/ will it rain again...should I take out the laundry...? Ended up taking several pictures and chores were temporarily forgotten as intricate patterns in shades of rust had me spellbound....!
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
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Beautiful! Such a natural picture and good contrast. The rust coloured butterfly hanging on to the glistening, wet bamboo.
This seems to be her favourite spot now. I noticed her when I was going through the 'to be (do) or not to be (do)'moment/ will it rain again...should I take out the laundry...?
Ended up taking several pictures and chores were temporarily forgotten as intricate patterns in shades of rust had me spellbound....!
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