Roses from Carol’s garden

by D. H. Lawrence

Nature responds so beautifully.
Roses are only once-wild roses, that were given an extra chance,
So they bloomed out and filled themselves with coloured fulness
Out of sheer desire to be splendid, and more splendid.

My friend and colleague, Carol, brought a bouquet of her home-grown roses to work for everyone to enjoy.  The splendid bouquet graced the Circulation Desk at the library, and I stuck my nose into the soft petals several times a day to inhale their heady fragrance.  Thank you, Carol!!

The bouquet was especially fragrant.

Grace note at the library Circulation Desk

What We Get for Nothing

June 18, 2012

Robin at the birdbath

A Living
by D. H. Lawrence

A man should never earn his living,
if he earns his life he’ll be lovely.

A bird
picks up its seeds or little snails
between heedless earth and heaven
in heedlessness.

But, the plucky little sport, it gives to life
song, and chirruping, gay feathers, fluff-shadowed warmth
and all the unspeakable charm of birds hopping
and fluttering and being birds.
– And we, we get it all from them for nothing.

The charm of birds being birds

Fresh from the bath