Continuing the last post’s theme, I share a poem with you:

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.

– “Pied Beauty”

Gerard Manley Hopkins

(These pictures are from the days following one of Addy’s recent surgeries, when “dappled” is an apt and lovely adjective.)