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Monday, May 14, 2012

how quiet, how good





"Only this allows itself to be kept unsaid: how quiet the grass is, and how good."


~ Rilke



We bought this pot and some wheatgrass seeds at the Enjoy Centre a couple of weeks ago.  So much fun to watch it grow, almost before one's eyes....



“Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling; and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper; and now again some chime (it might be a motor horn) tinkling divinely on the grass stalks—all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now; beauty, that was the truth now. Beauty was everywhere.” 

~ Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway


1 comment:

  1. Close-up shots are normally my favourite but in this series I like the one with the chairs best. The way the shape of the farthest chair echoes the bowl, the three chairs reminding me of human habitation in this house, plus it is so very much an indoor setting -- where grass is usually not.

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