of the things my eye collects
I’m not sure if you also flit between reality and a literary fantasy land like I do, but today I lived this poem by Richard LeGallienne:
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?
Precisely, Richard my good chap.
I’m completely enamoured with this day, and it’s only 4 in the afternoon! Here’s my own ode to the slivers of colour my eye has collected so far today.
humble beginnings of a fragrant chilled fennel soup
What has your wandering, wondering eye collected today?