Pied Beauty

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

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.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Creepy Charm of Petting Zoos

If you've been there,  you know.  One the one hand, adorable baby animals cavort with your own adorable children.  On the other, well...  it's disturbing.  Parents, you know what I mean.

By the way, that's chocolate on her face, not chicken blood.
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2 comments:

  1. SylvanaApril 18, 2010 at 10:44 PM

    Are you talking about when the goats get a little too, erm, "frisky"? ;)

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  2. MaryMay 6, 2010 at 10:42 PM

    Abby looks so grown up! I miss her!

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