There’s no getting around it: rain forest is mostly green.
Excepting the birds, it’s not exactly a riot of colours.
That makes the other colours that I did see even more spectacular.
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Photo Memory of the Week
Posted: 2025 Feb 27
"I am smiling."
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The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning, but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life.
The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun, and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. (paragraph breaks added)
Source: Orthodoxy, GK Chesterton
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Poetry of the Week
Never Again Would Birds' Song be The Same
- Robert FrostHe would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.Posted: 2025 Feb 27
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Nicely seen and presented Isabel. It certainly gets the point across of the over-riding green-ness with few but spectacular colours.
Jim R – Many thanks! It’s a spectacular place, but I had to learn to see it, if you know what I mean.
Last summer we, for the first time, obtained a Bromeliad plant to sit on the deck at our trailer. They have a lifespan so by this December the plant was dying. I was, however, able to separate three “pups” which were newly growing from the base of the plant. It does appear that two of them might make it, but it will probably require looking after the two pups for one to two years before they get any colour. I can’t see a way to insert a photo here so I will send it to you in an email. It was a very striking reddish-orange hue.
Tom – Thanks for the email! I can’t see a way to insert a photo here either, so the others will just have to imagine it . . .
I love bromeliads! really neat plants!
Alison – They are! We first saw them growing wild in the Caribbean, and that was a shock to the system, too, to folks who’d only seen them in pots.