One of my favorite books (I have several hundred favorite books, so that isn’t saying that much) is Asimov’s Prelude to Foundation. One of my favorite things in this favorite book is the sense of microcosm and macrocosm embodied in Trantor. We zoom in and out of our view of the universe, as with a camera lens, and in the end the magnification makes no difference. To lean in close … closer … closer … and realize the view is the same as when we lean back … back … back … there’s something comforting there.
Or maybe I just like moss.
I think I Hear a Who.
This bud soon to blossom is surely as complicated as the Ching Dynasty.
Those bright stamens may be the key to intergalactic space flight. It could happen.
If I understood this flower, I’d understand everything.*
Hellebore, which my neighbor describes as ‘promiscuous’. How beautiful is that? A promiscuous flower, right here in my garden.
This bloom is so friendly it’s engaging in inter-kingdom companionship.
A bit predictable, these daffodils, and I’m thankful for it. “And then my heart with pleasure fills,/ And dances with the daffodils.”
Enjoy something small today. It’s pretty big, after all.
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;—
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson