How vainly men themselves amazeTo win the palm, the oak or bays,
And their incessant labors see
Crowned from some single herb, or tree,
Whose short and narrow-verged shade
Doth prudently their toils upbraid;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose!
-from Andrew Marvell's The Garden
Just walking by the house where they cut down the trees and put up the wooden fence, and took a look at what was going on at pavement level.
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VERY interesting things go on at pavement level... it's like looking at a photograph, where the scenes in the background are usually more revealing than the main subjects.
i really love this.
u got the spark,,,,i like your work a lote,,,,,,,thx
weeds *are* a peculiar entity: they thrive, smother, intrude, mock, and die...but they always come back and how in the world do they elbow through cement?
i think they are infinite, weeds.
Thanks for your comment on my dove blog. I don't fully understand what you were saying about closing the gap but will have a try next time. I appreciate you taking the time to try to help.
Great choice of words and i like your image, the drawing of this man.
What a great image and fitting poem. I work around a lot of landscapers who continue their battle with crabgrass and think they can win. Madness, I say.
Until man will have invented self-growing concrete -- heaven may prevent that --, nature always wins if she's allowed to.
Brilliant!
yea scratching the head in deed. For me cutting down the tree for a fence is a bit more ouch that head scratch.
still nature prevails no matter what we do. Isn't it lovely that there is something that we can not completely control....
fantastic post
This one is too good!
Who would have thought of that?!
So well done.
it's all about scale. great post.
This is priceless
despite all, they survive.
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