These pictures remind me of Sarah Teasdale’s There Will Come Soft Rains…
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Besides inspiring poetry…
being outdoors is like taking a sedative for me. There is something calming about seeing the immensity of a forest or a lake and how, without making a fuss, it has achieved such greatness. It gives me the feeling that things will be alright; life will continue to move forward even if I get a pebble in my shoe.
May you not get any pebbles in your shoes today!
Happy Tuesday.
