Poetry Thursday: William Wordsworth

Book Inscription 1881

One hundred and forty-three years ago, a man gave his wife a Christmas gift of the book, The Poetical Works of Wordsworth. The pale pencil lines he made to insure his script would be straight are barely visible. There are also light pencil marks in the table of contents marking some poems. To my surprise, the poem I chose to quote below, is one of them. Eerie.

From The Oak and the Broom, a Pastoral, VIII, 

O the Same Flower, last stanza, page 146:

Bright Flower! for by that name at last,

When all my reveries are past,

I call thee, and to that cleave fast,

        Sweet silent creature!

That breath'st with me in sun and air,

Do thou, as thou art wont, repair

My heart with gladness, and a share

        Of thy meek nature!

1805

William Wordsworth

Pastoral in poetry
William Wordsworth

For This Week ...

There are no flowers on the table.

Time to buy another bouquet.

Looking in another container, envelope, closet or drawer is reaching its peak with me. Thus, this week I will be doing more things like changing passwords, checking old email addresses, transfering info to a new address book, and, overall, getting outdoors more.

There is only so much sorting a person can do at home before wanting to run away from it all feels like a good idea.

The biggest project this week, however, is to sort old costume jewelry.

Second, is to sew up a few things.

Third, take at least 3 walks outdoors.

In between all that will be art and naps.

Does your week go better when you plan it out?

A Quiet Weekend

Sunset Over Vermont
13 January 2024

Mozarella Over Black Bean Chili

January 2024 Flower Bouquet

 

The Sense of It?

Beautiful Spirea 

To my shock and horror the Beautiful Old Spirea has been removed, cut down and dug up, gone. Things like that make me feel awful that I don't pay enough attention to what is going on where I live. There was no disease that I saw on the spirea. Why it was removed is a mystery. I'll call tomorrow to find out what board meeting minutes to read as to why the spirea was removed. It feels to me like an old friend has been kicked out of town for no good reason.

I posted photos of flowers because sometimes a person just needs to see flowers.

Update

The spirea in the photo above, not the ones in the background next to the monument, appears to have been removed without  the proper channel's approval.

I haven't looked to see if the other spirea on the city green are there. The monument is U.S. Government property, as in Federal property. I was told many years ago that even the city can't even do things there without permission. 

 

Once Upon a Flower

The Old Bleeding Heart 2010

Many years ago, before the 2014 renovation, the landscape where I live had a lot of established plantings. None were saved and replanted. The landscape was completely done over.

The bleeding heart in the photograph was huge, over 4 feet across. Many pieces had been given to folks over the years. None of the plants I saved survived. 

None of the posts that I wrote on blogcation survived. The last, a scheduled post, I deleted this morning. None of those posts felt right to me.

A change in diet, too much rain, gloomy goings on can all contribute to a slump developing. My creative and physical energy is low, (often difficult not to nap). I'm not sure why that is. I try to ignore it; and I like napping anyway. I suspect, however, going through old photo files touches me with a tinge of depression, woe is me, sad. Most of all though, Wow! I take  a lot of autumn pictures.

Nasturtium 2011

Favorite flower pictures are the ones taken inside the plantings where the light reflects blueish on the leaves. I think that setting gives the flower a solitary dramatic vibe.

White Tulip & Dew

I went through a stage circa 2010, when dew fascinated me. At the time I was also trying to learn how to paint liquid drops in realism. None of my results looked quite wet enough.

The pink roses were captured in delicate morning light, perfect for the pink blooms.

I will be posting slowly in no particular direction. Whatever the subject, I aim to have it be an interesting one.

Gladiolas & Queen Anne's Lace

P.S.

The Blogger font is called Glegoo,

A Look Back At a Favorite Photograph

 

A look back at a favorite photograph 

from 2020 or 2021

Not everyone is brought up in a flower giving tradition. As children, picking flowers was a normal part of summer. Nobody scolded us about the environment when we made crowns and bracelets with wildflowers and grasses. Nature was free for us to explore, be a part of.

We were careful to not uproot a plant

or pick protected Lady slippers.

There was a large group of them in the 1950s growing in front to the right side of the Louisa May Alcott house in Concord, Massachusetts. They were under large pine trees.

Today, that beauty is now parking spaces.

The stupidity of progress 

can be a sad thing to see.

P.S. old subject reposted about