Gardening day

Thing 2 and I are spending this glorious sunny spring day digging up dirt, and putting down seeds. All the dead stuff from last year coming up (wanwood leafmeal) to air, fertilizing the new stuff. Which, naturally, made me think of today's poem.

"Spring and Fall"

to a Young Child

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

--Gerard Manley Hopkins