Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
by Emily Dickinson
If you have weathered a storm or two then you may know this little bird. Miss Dickinson’s poem lifts my spirits, and I hope that I, too, may share something that lightens your day!
To all the well wishers who have said such kind things about this fledgling effort, thank you.
Discoveries From Our Rambles
The big purple blooms of Ruellia would be at home in the fanciest garden. But Ruellia, with a name like an old fashioned belle, is not too fussy to settle herself in field or fence row.
Deptford Pinks (Dianthus armeria) are even more brilliantly pink in person, and sprinkled with speckles of fairy dust.
Moneywort (Lysimachia nummularia) is one of the loosestrifes. From my Reader’s Digest North American Wildlife field guide: ‘”If thy yoked oxen show contention, give them loosestrife,” admonished the ancient Greek physician, Dioscorides. “Do ye the same,” he added, “for quarrelsome lovers.”‘
I wanted to show you its trailing habit,
when what to my wondering eyes should appear…
…but the furry black paw of our Johnny Dear! It seems John has taken an interest in botany.
There is glad news here in Clutchpen. My little shop, Saffronia, is now officially open! I am offering wooden wall signs painted in natural milk paint. Custom work will be offered, and new designs, including florals, are on the way.
It’s been a pleasure to have you in Clutchpen once more. I do hope you return.
“The bluebird carries the sky on his back.”
Henry David Thoreau
Write a good one!