Threshold of summer

I was about to blog about something annoying that happened, but decided against it. No need to feed it. Instead, here is a picture of my tiny succulent collection.

I like the onset of summer; it makes me want to do things. I’ve got a few low maintenance houseplants and am trying to grow some salad vegetables in a small box. Will try to post some pictures if they actually germinate…

Meanwhile, a summery sort of poem:

Pied Beauty
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89)

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:
                  Praise him.


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