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Stormy weather in March does have a few wee compensations… and the rainbows which sometimes appear during torrential showers of hail are especially bright. So when Algy saw the massive black clouds sweep in from the sea, with the sun still shining through from the south, he leaned back happily on the waving bed of Marram grass and gazed at the sky. Algy loves rainbows, so he was inevitably reminded of Wordsworth’s famous rainbow poem:

          My heart leaps up when I behold
             A rainbow in the sky:
          So was it when my life began;
          So is it now I am a man;
          So be it when I shall grow old,
             Or let me die!
          The Child is father of the Man;
          And I could wish my days to be
          Bound each to each by natural piety

[ Algy is quoting the poem The Rainbow by the 19th century English poet William Wordsworth. ]

Blog recommendation of the week – reblog 3

You can see more of Algy’s work on the pws-pop up follow-up exhibition today

Algy remembers this rainbow – it was a beauty, in a dramatically stormy sky.  And Algy’s assistant remembers it too, because she had to photograph it in a hailstorm in a howling, freezing wind, while Algy just reclined in the grass!

They both thank @photosworthseeing very much for reblogging this image from Algy’s many adventures 🙂

Stormy weather in March does have a few wee compensations… and the rainbows which sometimes appear during torrential showers of hail are especially bright. So when Algy saw the massive black clouds sweep in from the sea, with the sun still shining through from the south, he leaned back happily on the waving bed of Marram grass and gazed at the sky. Algy loves rainbows, so he was inevitably reminded of Wordsworth’s famous rainbow poem:

          My heart leaps up when I behold
             A rainbow in the sky:
          So was it when my life began;
          So is it now I am a man;
          So be it when I shall grow old,
             Or let me die!
          The Child is father of the Man;
          And I could wish my days to be
          Bound each to each by natural piety

[ Algy is quoting the poem The Rainbow by the 19th century English poet William Wordsworth. ]

Today Algy watched the evening sun sink down and thought especially of his friend Stephanie, who is watching a final sunset, of Shannon, who so recently feared that a sun was setting but found a new day dawning after all, and of his other Tumblr friends who are facing grave challenges and loss. Algy hopes that all those who are walking through the valley of the shadow of death will be able to find renewed strength and comfort, and he sends extra fluffy hugs to them all xx

         Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
          The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
                          Hath had elsewhere its setting,
                                       And cometh from afar:

[Algy is quoting from William Wordsworth’s poem Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.

Algy Lets Nature Be His Teacher

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The autumn weather remained cold, but it was bright and inviting. Algy felt that he needed a break from his daily chores, so he set off to look for new adventures. After flying for twenty miles or so, he paused to rest on the mossy floor of the temperate rainforest. Watching the light play through the trees while a robin trilled nearby, Algy was reminded of a poem, even though it was intended for a different season. So he offered this advice to his friends:

         Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
         Or surely you’ll grow double:
         Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
         Why all this toil and trouble?

         The sun above the mountain’s head,
         A freshening lustre mellow
         Through all the long green fields has spread,
         His first sweet evening yellow.

         Books! ‘tis a dull and endless strife:
         Come, hear the woodland linnet,
         How sweet his music! on my life,
         There’s more of wisdom in it.

         And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
         He, too, is no mean preacher:
         Come forth into the light of things,
         Let Nature be your teacher.

[From the poem The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth.]

Algy in Pensive Mood

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Sitting in pensive mood among the dancing daffodils, Algy was inevitably reminded of Wordsworth’s famous poem:

           The waves beside them danced; but they
           Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
           A poet could not but be gay,
           In such a jocund company:
           I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
           What wealth the show to me had brought:

           For oft, when on my couch I lie
           In vacant or in pensive mood,
           They flash upon that inward eye
           Which is the bliss of solitude;
           And then my heart with pleasure fills,
           And dances with the daffodils.

[From I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth.]