Catching Up
Today has been a day for gardening, for planting and transplanting. A day of quiet beauty and oneness with the earth.Once again Wendell Berry has words for this day:
For the Future
"Planting trees early in spring,
we make a place for birds to sing
in time to come. How do we know?
They are singing here now.
There is no other guarantee
that singing will ever be."
posted by Endment at 10:54 PM
20 Comments:
Your words and pictures go so beautifully together. I love visiting your peaceful site!
Love it, absolutely love it - the photo is a lovely early summer image, and as for Wendell Berry, well Mr. Berry of Kentucky is one of my favourite poets ever - every word he has ever written sings!
This is lovely, but given the Global Warming situation the poem today has a bit of an ominous feeling. With so many species threatened, there is no guarantee that some birds will sing in summers to come. How heartbreaking.
Lovely poem. I will have to think a while about how we are asked to have this hope even while we are confronted by despair.
The black bird against the lime green leaves in this photo is beautiful. Loved the image of you gardening away while listening to the birds around you and thinking of this poem.
Perfect.
a.
Quiet beauty it is!. I just love the black bird in the middle of the greenery. And the poem!
What a lovely setting for the singing blackbird. I've been reading Rachel Carson's essays where she points out how all lives are dependent on others. I'd like to think that our gardening gives us not only pleasure and a time for reflection, but also enhances the environment for the creatures around us.
His beak is open! As if i can hear him singing...surely he was chirping hello to you!
I can hear him singing!
Thanks for the Wendell words! He's a hero of mine. And how fitting to link the photo and poem. I've had some really determined bird songsters around here lately- warblers, etc, so this was perfect timing!
visiting here from blogging in paris. immediately struck by the visual beauty of your page. sensed your immersion in natural things, wondered about the space between where you are, metaphorically, and myself. i too care about the natural world yet express it in as a "what-are-we-not-paying-attention-to" manner. thanks for the trip. -naomi
Catching up with you I find this amazing post for Poetry Thursday and of course the beautiful Chickadee photos, but the serenity of this poem made me just breathe. Slowly. Looking forward to the summer season and watching your gardens grow.
I love red wing blackbirds they are one of my favrite birds Berry's poem goes so beautifuly with your photo.
my husband saw his first red-winged blackbird this weekend! i used to see them visiting the garden frequently in atlanta, but never when he was there. :( they don't visit our garden here, but i have seen them in the parks.
Beautiful. :-)
lindsay
thank you so much - it is still peaceful here today but very warm
kerrdelune
Wendell Berry says so many of the things I wish I had thought of... So many of his words compliment the scenes from my windows.
sigrid jardin
perhaps that is the point... I may not be able to do much but the plantings that I put in now may help to create a haven for the birds yet to come
robin andrea
One by one if each of us chooses to make a small difference - together we may make a great difference.
andrea and claude
some of my favorite things are grapes and red-winged blackbirds
pam in tucson
we garden with a purpose - we are trying to create and expand safe habitat for the birds (and in that also for other creatures)
jimmy
don't you just love Wendell Berry's words?
tongue in cheek antiques and nan
he is pouring his heart out in liquid song.
gtr
glad to provide a match;-)
naomi dagen bloom
welcome and thanks for your visit and your comment.
the woods that surround me and the things of nature are the breath of my life.
hobess
happy to have you join me in deep slow breathing.
harmony
Black birds and Wendell Barry are special aren't they?
sky
I can't remember the first time I saw a red-winged blackbird but I know I still find pleasure in every new sighting. Glad your husband finally got to see them!
I love how Wendell Berry manages, for me, to hold light and darkness in one breath.
Your photographs are so beautiful, Endment.
Great picture and poem.
I, too, enjoy the way you weave your life, photos, and poetry together.
I couldn't help but reflect on your post and Berry's words this morning. I was thinking about how the cedar waxwings didn't visit my crabapple tree this spring. There was a large flock that stayed around for a week or two last year. I kept looking for them, but they didn't come.
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