Gravel, Wildflowers & Visitors

Pat and I were south of Homer, Michigan in Amish country. We found the kind of gravel roads we seek and it turned out to be a day of wildflowers (and a few other things). I could not get a poem out of my head as we enjoyed a very beautiful morning. The poet is Gerard Manley Hopkins. Maybe the images will speak to you in your own reflection on the beauty of the world around us.

God’s Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.


Still Tree Persisted



My friend Pat posted a delightful account of the last ramble we took at  . You can compare her subject matter with mine to see how we often see things differently . . . part of what makes for the joy we have in our outings.

Pat is an extraordinary friend. Our outings are usually the highlight of my weeks.

I offer one photo from that outing that I did not post because I was having trouble making it look like I felt upon seeing the new-growth trees.


Rambling Roads

With Pat back from her hiatus, we took to the open road on Tuesday. We look for roads less traveled in part because we can drive slower and see more. Here is some of what we saw.





Canadian Air Corps


Spring Flowers








Break Time

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