Ramblings of a "New American" Gardener

Summer morning

August 18, 2013

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Following the post on nightfall, what better than a view of a summer morning in brightening sunlight … rather, dappled light? Might we say, pied beauty?

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“Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spáre, strange;
Whatever is fickle, frecklèd (who knows how?)
With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:

Práise hím.” *

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(Sorry, I know of no degenderized version of that … and it certainly would spoil the poem.)

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So let’s look at the light, shadow, speckles, spots, folds, grooves, crevices …

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… a falling away of lines, diagonals, shimmering panicles, starbursts …

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… devious interweavings and convergences …

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… the wonder of a living veil of grass …

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… a tumbling down …

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… to this.

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… looming, towering, immanent, imminent …

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… pure, cloud-like …

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… two umbellifers, both Eupatorium, with shapely curves …

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… Sanguisorbas, ornaments to the garden …

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… the old crab apple, sentinel in shade … perhaps the thing that watches …

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 * Gerard Manley Hopkins, Pied Beauty




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{ 9 comments… read them below or add one }

Emily August 19, 2013 at 5:23 pm

Whether you show me morning or nightfall, I just want to burrow into the tall grass and take a little nap. You should have a willow or grass artist make you a little wigwam for the purpose!


James Golden August 20, 2013 at 6:24 am

I have so much willow I could harvest it and make a wigwam, but I think I lack the design talent. You, however, I’m sure could come up with something wonderful. Salix ‘Rubykins’ has long straight stems, perfect for weaving. Design competition is open.


Emily August 20, 2013 at 10:14 am

That would be so fun! But, be forewarned, my inner vision went right to this… http://translucent.3-form.com/2011/01/five-six-pick-up-sticks/


Les August 20, 2013 at 5:22 am

I associate that poem with one of the best dogs I ever had, Patsy, the blue tic hound.


James Golden August 20, 2013 at 6:25 am

I’d say Patsy was a perfect example of pied beauty. Perfect.


Melanie August 20, 2013 at 3:18 pm

I love your garden.


James Golden August 22, 2013 at 8:01 pm

Thanks, Melanie.


Paul Steer August 22, 2013 at 1:39 pm



James Golden August 22, 2013 at 8:03 pm

Thank you, Paul.


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