Tales of a British expat transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside.
Lover of old, time-worn, and antique.
Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-lover.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
The Spirit Of Life
Despite the silence, the growing continues.
"The simplest and most lumpish fungus has a peculiar interest to us, compared with a mere mass of earth, because it is so obviously organic and related to ourselves, however remote.
It is the expression of an idea; growth according to a law; matter not dormant, not raw, but inspired, appropriated by spirit.
If I take up a handful of earth, however separately interesting the particles may be, their relation to one another appears to be that of juxtaposition generally.
I might have thrown them together thus.
But the humblest fungus betrays a life akin to our own. It is a successful poem in its kind."