"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Tuesday, February 4, 2014
The Trellis
The roses are gone but the trellis remains.
It's the order within the chaos. The frame inside the thicket. The brown beneath the green.
It's a glimpse into the essential order of things.
Summer obscures the trellis. Winter bares it, softens it, gives us a chance to admire it, too.
