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
to be strewn with stripes of this green
and sipped in this secret garden
with this sassy summer frock
What has your wandering, wondering eye collected today?
fresh snow in the mountains…giant rays of light bursting through holes in the cloudiness…chilly but beautiful (on my commute)
that sounds so refreshing. mmm, drink it in.
That poem fit my day perfectly! I have been lying in the sun, and staring at a tree in our yard with incredible cascading yellow blossoms like I’ve never seen before. I wish I knew what they are called!
Did your chickens come and nestle in the grass with you while you were lying there? (:
Well, I did have to repeatedly shoo them out of our garden boxes while I was trying to enjoy… Does that count? :)
We love what you’ve done with the courtyard — splashes of color, so inviting! Fun to frame the shot from the inside view — so that the zen-like space literally calls you out, invites you to come and read, relax, sip, nosh. Such a winsome invitation. At some point (should you remain in these environs) pen us a novel out there, one lazy paragraph at a time. And sip much tea.
Very beautiful.
Maybe I will. (:
fennel soup sounds amazing, secret garden looks amazing, (where ever did you find that bunting?! it’s the best i’ve seen!) those sandals are fantastic! Great photography :-)
-E
Thank you for your kind words, E!
The bunting is Tibetan prayer flags, available at your local hippie collective or simply from eBay. (: I’m hoping they get weathered and wind-beaten like the strings of flags in Tibet — I love it when things fall apart a bit.
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