Today

One day is worth a thousand tomorrows.

Benjamin Franklin


Wild Camomile

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?

Poppy, Poppy, Burning Bright?

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.

Good Fences?

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
  Mending Wall 

Nature and Poetry

Wave upon wave like a sea’s green shallows
Breathing below.

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 (p.9-10) (p.370-1).

Today

This week’s challenge was a good cue to look up,…

…OK, really up,…

…look down…

…and look really carefully.