“Nothing changes shape as quickly as a cloud, unless it is stone.” -Victor Hugo
The cold morning hours of the past few days have returned a quick frost to the quarry striations; forms lasting only through the morning sun, albeit briefly. – Les
As winter melts away….
and claims our hearts
Not previously seen for over 70 years
From deep deep within the quarry, fighting cat brier all the way
I especially enjoy Wingaersheek in the off season time…
“Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.”
W.B. Yeats Easter 1916