Thursday, July 10, 2008
My blueberry bushes are awash with fruit right now, and each day's labor brings in its bounty. My harvesting efforts call to mind a favorite portion of poem, and this morning, having just returned from my "garden," I thought I'd share it with you. It's an excerpt from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Aurora Leigh:
"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries..."
Think on that.