A Whispering Gallery

“… with only a single wire to underlie the Pacific, the whole earth will become as a whispering gallery, wherein all nations, by one electric pulsation, may throb in unison, and the continent shall tremble with the rumbling of wheels that swiftly and without interruption or delay transport its gospel and commerce.”

Margaret Irvin Carrington,  1869

The Large Turf

cock’s-foot, creeping bent, smooth meadow grass, daisy, dandelion, germander speedwell, greater plantain, hound’s-tongue, yarrow

People from a Planet Without Flowers

Albrecht Dürer (1471 – 1528)


People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

Iris Murdoch,  A Fairly Honourable Defeat


“Mad with joy” is a condition of childhood and rare. It’s  foolish to hope for, even one more time.

But attentively presiding over the accumulation of cells in a cup of dirt– sensing seeds grow fat & moist and shift & sprout–we’re stirred by potential.  And the power to scatter jewels around like a sorceress is exhilarating–and limitless.