Friday, March 13, 2009

Still will I harvest beauty where it grows:
In coloured fungus and the spotted fog
Surprised on foods forgotten; in ditch and bog
Filmed brilliant with irregular rainbows
Of rust and oil, where half a city throws
Its empty tins; and in some spongy log
Whence headlong leaps the oozy emerald frog ...
And a black pupil in the green scum shows.
Her the inhabiter of divers places
Surmising at all doors, I push them all.
Oh, you that fearful of a creaking hinge
Turn back forevermore with craven faces,
I tell you Beauty bears an ultra fringe
Unguessed of you upon her gossamer shawl!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

A ditch, some weeds, melting ice -- beautiful!

I did my first stewardship chore of the season today, picking up a lot of litter and empty bottles where half the city had thrown them. It's party central around the wetland. The beer bottles I attribute to wayward yahoos, but I can only shake my head at the "health-conscious" people who leave their water bottles and granola bar wrappers all over.

I saw some garlic mustard here and there but so far it doesn't seem like a lot; I'll tackle it when things warm up and thaw a bit more. I did see a couple of robins today. They looked cold and unhappy. Hang in there, guys.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

O happy day! The Beechwood Wetland blogger returns!!! I've been waiting and checking and waiting and revisiting through the long winter. Looking forward again to the world through Marnie's eyes.

Bad beaver, my fave tree too.