Natures patterns

Did Beethoven not finish his symphony because he was bored – well thats my excuse. An unfinished symphony of nature’s patterns. It’s part of our new garden. An artfully placed urn frothing with ferns and framed by hostas, bamboo and scrambling clematis all with their own pattern. As Sue (Cumbria) has started a trend of putting quotes with her paintings here is an excerpt from one of my favourite poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins:

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brindled 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 all trades, their gear and tackle trim.