I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Monday, July 20, 2015

Friday, July 17, 2015

Waiting To Be Discovered

Do not be afraid, you wild animals, for the pastures in the wilderness are becoming green.  The trees are bearing their fruit; the fig tree and the vine yield their riches.  
~Joel 2:22

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Friday, July 10, 2015

Blueberry Butterfly


You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortensen’s pasture to-day;
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe!  You ought to have seen!…..

~Robert Frost

Wednesday, July 8, 2015


Not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.

~Elizabeth Goudge

Monday, July 6, 2015

Butterfly Wings

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. 

~Rabindranath Tagore

Brookside Gardens "Wings of Fancy" exhibit

Wednesday, July 1, 2015