[...] the laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day ; he cannot afford to sustain the manliest relations to men ; his labor would be depreciated in the market. He has no time to be anything but an earthworm*."
Thoreau, Walden
* Err, don't know how it could happen. Please replace an earthworm by a machine.
Well, for yesterday's post I chose a photo taken in April, around Eastern.That's why the Osterglocken (Easterbells = daffodils) meanwhile are withered, and thus today it looks a bit different: Narcissi & Co. have taken their place, the hazeltrees have put on their foliacious skirt. Only Forest Bulb remains as it is.
The sunshine bathes in clouds of many hues
And mornings feet are gemmed with early dews
Warm Daffodils about the garden beds
Peep thro their pale slim leaves their golden heads
Sweet earthly suns of spring—the Gosling broods
In coats of sunny green about the road
Waddle in extacy—and in rich moods
The old hen leads her flickering chicks abroad
Oft scuttling neath her wings to see the kite
Hang wavering o'er them in the springs blue light
The sparrows round their new nests chirp with glee
And sweet the Robin springs young luxury shares
Tuteling its song in feathery Gooseberry tree
While watching worms the Gardeners spade unbears
John Clare (1798 - 1864) Home Pictures in May
Much reading has brought upon us a learned barbarism.
Lichtenberg (1742-1799)
Nowadays three witty turns of phrase and a lie
make a writer.
Lichtenberg (1742-1799)
Well, for yesterday's post I chose a photo taken in April, around Eastern.
