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
I wish peony blossoms lasted longer. (nice pics Isabel)
Jim R – Yes, they’re spectacular but short-lived, which seems to be the general rule for flowers: a reverse correlation between showiness and duration. (Thanks.)
Dandelions, now….
Jim – Yes, exactly. Kinda repulsive but insanely persistent.
I love peonies and have two in my flower bed. Apparently rabbits also love peonies, because they ate both them down to the ground before they even grew up much. Hope I have peonies next year. Lovely photos.
Judith – Oh, dear. Drat those bunnies. Why can’t they wait until the peonies have finished blooming and you might even appreciate a bit of pruning?