Yesterday - nice day for gardening - being outdoors - listening to the sounds of nature - neighbourhood coming alive - people opening doors - much activity - sawing and hammering - a new shelf for my tomato plants - thank you.
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The clouds are so lovely at this time of year, and one of my favourite things to do when I'm outside in the garden is to sky gaze. For my poetry pick of the week, I've chosen Shelley's beautiful poem The Cloud.
The Cloud (1st stanza)
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
in their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
in their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
