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.

Friday, April 1, 2011

And The Garden Falls Beautifully Into Disrepair


I love how lettuce looks good even when you completely ignore it for weeks at a time.  And how the purple oxalis creeps in to offer such a nice purple contrast.
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  1. ProfessorRoushApril 1, 2011 at 8:16 AM

    You've got lettuce already?

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  2. AnonymousApril 1, 2011 at 11:59 AM

    It is a pretty invader.

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  3. Cindy, MCOKApril 4, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    Gorgeous! I sowed my lettuce way too late and they have steadfastly refused to mature. I have the oldest seedlings in the history of lettucedom.

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  4. AnonymousAugust 28, 2012 at 11:01 AM

    So lovely!

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