Another fine day and the fish come one after the other, like stringing beads.
Friday, June 14, 2019
"Before Quiet" by Hazel Hall
"Water Lilies" Claude Monet 1906
I will think of water-lilies
Growing in a darkened pool,
And my breath shall move like water,
And my hands be limp and cool.
It shall be as though I waited
In a wooden place alone;
I will learn the peace of lilies
And will take it for my own.
If a twinge of thought, if yearning
Come like wind into this place,
I will bear it like the shadow
Of a leaf across my face.
Monday, June 10, 2019
Journey Into Spring: May 14, 2019
It's cool again, but the fish are still warmed up. Some bigger bugs are hatching, but it's the tiny midges covering the water that have their interest.
