Ippy and I are making drawings of our world, friend by friend. We drew Lynne on Thursday and our drawings couldn't be more different. Ippy's was full face and done in graceful, loose, Matissean, Ippyean lines. It was beautiful and it captured Lynne's strength and her sensuality. Mine is a 3/4 profile and shows, I think, the spiritual and idealistic Lynne. I didn't set out to do that, but it happened. I'll see if Ippy will let me share hers and if she does, I'll add it to this post on Monday.
Temperatures here are falling into the mid 20's this weekend. Last night, I harvested a purple-freckled iris blossom from my garden before the cold could blight it. A parrot tulip from the farmers' market this morning has stunning red-striped petals. These flowers make me think of the 1877 poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins called 'Pied Beauty.' You don't have to be a religious person (I am and am not) to be moved by its power and loveliness.
Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1877)