I hope you are enjoying this rain, as much as I am. My gardens are smiling, so happy to be soaked. Especially the smaller trees planted last summer. Flowering herbs, ferns, sedges and grasses needed it too. The ruby-throated hummingbirds paused, then flew back to my Beebalm patch, as soon as the rain stopped. July arrived with hummingbirds buzzing in the Beebalm, restorative rain, perusing my bookshelves and more creative time in and out of the studio.
Mary Oliver’s joy and connection to nature is evident in the poem, “Maples.”
Maples
The trees have become
suddenly very happy
it is the rain
it is the quick white summer rain
the trees are in motion under it
there are swinging back and forth they are tossing
the heavy blossoms of their heads
they are twisting their shoulders
even their feet chained to the ground feel good
thin and gleaming
Nobody can prove it but any fool can feel it
they are full of electricity now and the shine isn’t just pennies
it pours out from the deepest den
oh pretty trees
patient deep-planted
may you have many such days
flinging your bodies in silver circles shaking your heads
over the swamps and the pastures
rimming the fields and the long roads hurrying by.
Where do you find delight and inspiration? I find it in Mary Oliver’s poetry, which restores and inspires me; My Beebalm patch visited by glorious hummingbirds; On my rustic walks and in my art studio.