potpourri

A walk down the laneway is like strolling through a bowl of potpourri. Each step garners fresh smells: crystalized sugar and nutmeg, a bit of honey, and the sweet smell of newly mown hay all mingle to create the essense of summer. Sometimes the heavy smell of gasoline overrides all the sweetness, but as the wind blows it away the odour fades and the crisp green smell of grass takes over.

Just saw a flash of orange and black: an Oriele bright against the sky.

The dogs are bathed and are drying in the sun. I've gone swimming and am drying on the swing. Carm? Well he's out mowing the lawn, the ever growing grass, fighting back Nature as she threatens to overwhelm us.

The sheer energy in the earth always astounds me. How can all these trees grow, and grow bigger still, on just the earth. Grass competes for the nutrients, but it seems that there is plenty to go around. From the earth to plants to insects and animals and finally us... we grow (sometimes bigger than we want) from the dirt.

Take up a handful of soil and marvel at the magic.

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
~William Blake