WE LIVE IN A POEM

We chose to live on the edge of the Annapolis Basin because it is very pretty. 

Recently I found this poem by Emily Dickinson, which touches on some of our original thoughts about our environment:

“Nature” is what we see

Nature is what we see,
The Hill, the Afternoon —
Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,
Nay — Nature is Heaven.

Nature is what we hear,
The Bobolink, the Sea —
Thunder, the Cricket —
Nay — Nature is Harmony.

Nature is what we know
But have no Art to say,
So impotent our Wisdom is
To Her Simplicity.

The reality is a bit different, but not much... here is my version of the nature that we see: 

Nature is what we see,

The ocean in front, the hill behind,

The morning sun, the evening sky –

Here, Nature links us to Heaven.

Nature is what we hear,

The birds outside: Cardinal, BlueJay, Woodpecker,

A dog's bark, a cat's meow,

Here, Nature gives us harmonious tunes.

Nature is what we smell,

Apple blossoms, lilac in bloom

Slight tang of salt in the air,

Here, Nature provides perfumes.

Nature is what we know

Squirrel, buttercup, Bumble-bee,

So impotent our wisdom

In the midst of Nature's simplicity.

I have lived in so many pretty places, some stunningly beautiful places, and a few austerely gripping places. In the grand scheme of the mystical realm, we are indeed fortunate to live in this pretty place, where we can enjoy the many permutations of the natural world around us.