The rain that fell around here last night and this morning gave the new plantings and the transplants a soaking I'm sure was good for them. The fields are about as pretty as they were last year, when we were delighted at how Mother Nature was making The Property look as nice as possible for the upcoming wedding. A larger version of this picture would show the details of the purple vetch and the hoary alyssum, looking as if Mother Nature wanted to be a pointillist painter.
Photo by J. Harrington
When I was young, I started paying attention to nature because I wanted to learn to fish. My interests were heavily utilitarian. If knowing something wasn't going to help me catch more, bigger or "better" (pan fish to game fish) fish, I had more important things to learn. In hindsight, I can see that the saying "we get too soon old and too late smart" applies to my naturalist education. I'm slowly correcting both my knowledge and my attitude. I hope enough others will learn that nature, at its least utilitarian, offers the gifts of beauty and tranquility. The more I look around these days, the more sure I am we could all use more beauty and tranquility in our lives. Paying more attention to the natural world and how I fit into it also helps me learn to appreciate what's offered instead of being frustrated I can't find what I think I want.
Poetry, Wordsworthwrote, will have noeasy time of it whenthe discriminating
powers of the mindare so blunted thatall voluntaryexertion dies, and
the generalpublic is reducedto a state of nearsavage torpor, morose,
stuporous, withno attention spanwhatsoever; nor willthe tranquil rustling
of the lyric, drowned outby the heavy, dullcoagulationof persons in cities,
where a uniformityof occupations breedscravings for sensationwhich hourly visual
communication ofinstant intelligencegratifies like crazy,likely survive this age.
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