Fragrant Quote for August 14th, 2012-The rambles of an idler By Charles Conrad Abbott

Sunrise over Grassy Pond, Rindge, NH, USA Image Credit

There is much in Nature that defies language. A correct description is alike beyond the mathematician and the poet. An approach to it is all one can accomplish. The writer can but outline; the reader must fill in for himself. As an instance, the air we breathe, when it threatens to rain, is not just the same as in ordinary weather. It is equally acceptable to the lungs but we appreciate a difference while inhaling it. We can speak of electricity, ozone, oxygen, but we must breathe that subtle something then abroad to know what it all means. At such a time, too, there is not so bright a light as when the sun shines, yet the horizon is more distinct and intervening objects stand out as not before. An apparent contradiction, so far as mere words go, but it is true, nevertheless. No bird sings more loudly than when the sun shines, yet we can hear each note, just before the rain, more distinctly than in fair weather. "Words, mere words, again! The ring of every bird's note, the odor of every blossom, the effect on the eye of the peculiar light; in brief, the comprehensive impression of all surrounding us laughs at language.