One day is worth a thousand tomorrows.
– Benjamin Franklin
I remember wild camomile growing around here, I don’t remember its sheer profusion.
It reminded me of Mary Wesley’s “Camomile Lawn”. Who else loves the cosiness of her characters reappearing from novel to novel?
In the past few days it’s struck me how strongly red or scarlet flowers stand out. Even on gloomy days, or whizzing by in a blur – where other colours lose their definition, red almost seems to burn even more fiercely.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
– Robert Frost
Wave upon wave like a sea’s green shallows
Or perhaps his own high hopes had made
The wizened look tall.
Walking in the fields taking photos for the “Today” challenge, I suddenly saw the “waves” and the “sea’s green shallows”, and realised I’d never seen it like that before. Is it perhaps the value of poetry, that it lets you see things differently?
“A Failure” by C. Day-Lewis (
This week’s challenge was a good cue to look up,…
…OK, really up,…
…and look really carefully.