|Rolling Stone Quilt Block|
"A rolling stone gathers no moss."
Here's moss growing on some non-rolling stones
around our home, Starwood, after the snows of winter and spring.
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell;
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been!
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen.
With the wild flock, that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude: 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
Lord George Gordon Byron
What is Green?
Green is the grass
And the leaves of trees
Green is the smell
Of a country breeze.
Green is lettuce
And sometimes the sea.
When green is a feeling
You pronounce it N.V.
Green is a coolness
You get in the shade
Of the tall old woods
Where the moss is made.
from Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O'Neill
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