Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Pastels and a Poem



Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

There is a symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.

The lasting pleasures of contact with the natural world...are available to anyone who will place himself under the influence of earth, sea, and sky and their amazing life.


Rachel Carson





13 comments:

Floridacracker said...

Horsemint!
Love it.

Kate and Crew said...

Aww...how nice and serene!

Love the bee pic. I stalk bees like a madwoman with my camera - LOL.

Darla said...

Great post!

Big Shamu said...

That is one fat bee. Long live the honeybee.

Dani said...

FC, I've taken a gazillion pictures of it. What a beauty!

Kate, I'm sure the neighbors wonder about us nature freaks.;0

Thanks Darla!

Shamu, I lose a lot of time in the garden standing around watching them. Such busy little things.

Big Shamu said...

There's a big pick your own orchard here in KC that has a plexiglass hive in their little store. I love watching them work.

Dani said...

Shamu, that's so cool! My insect book said that they live in colonies of up to 80,000 workers led by a single queen. WOW!

Girls rule!

lisaschaos said...

Amen! So true! Love your photos too! Such beauty!

chickory said...

A. Men.

yesterday as i worked it was so interesting to watch weather move west to east the changing colors of the sky and nothing to hear but creek fall and bird song...sometimes a bark or two and dusty learning to crow. i would NEVER have a radio and i never feel alone up here.

beautiful words and pictures. you continue to inspire towards all that is good and authentic in life.

Sandcastle Momma said...

Absoluely beautiful!

jo said...

So nicely presented.
That bee picture is lovely. Impressive when enlarged.
jo

Anonymous said...

Sometimes, my girl, you can still make me cry at the beauty of your soul, may you never lose it. Love
Mom

Dani said...

Thanks Lisa!

Chickory, your post from yesterday was beautiful! Glad you were able to make it to the cabin for a few days.

ScMomma, I love poetry and the written word.

Hey Jo, thanks for stopping in.

Mom, ((HUGS)) The Big Guy had to give me something good to makeup for the failing body. ;)