Heather, my walking partner, was really, really wishing that we get some rain for her gardens today. So, this is for her:
Heather wants the rain to come;
For the ground to be drenched,
For the leaves to sing a muted
city-dwelling forest song
as water cascades and drips
and dribbles to the earth
off their green and slender backs.
For the rain to seep and soak
and expand the rich black dirt
that holds this years plantings
of leeks and onions and chard.
Not to forget the tomatoes
. . . and pumpkins and corn!
So, gather the dark clouds
like an umbrella of hope reversed
and bring on the blessing of rain.
Today is a beautiful day. It’s mid-October in Alberta and our brief too-early stint with winter is nothing more than a bad memory. I’m looking forward to working in the yard tonight and then going to yoga for some much needed de-stressing. I am extremely grateful that the weather is going to hold long enough for our new furnace to be installed. My sister Lori called yesterday wondering if Tim and I would be interested in going to Antigua in January. Interested?! You bet! Sadly, the cost of the new furnace eliminates the possibility. Oh well, another time. It’s something to dream about.
Because it is such a beautiful day I want to share the following poem, one of my absolute favorites, by Gerard Manley Hopkins:
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 all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: