*Flowering Earth

Flowering Earth -Donald Culross Peattie
One of the many wisdoms is that there is everything botanically effusive about Flowering Earth. Peattie’s poetry is simple, scientific, culling, fulsome and flattering. He tosses around epochs like peatmoss. And he tosses around peatmoss with passionate, patient, love and curiosity. The book has a tremendous arcing plot, disregarding chronology or suspense, and simply, heliotropically, moves where it will, where it sees fit, just like a plant.
“True a plant may not think; neither will the profoundest of men ever put forth a flower.”
I recognize the beauty in Peattie’s thought, yet I believe with my whole soul in the literal possibility of a man flowering.
There is nothing but truth, however, in the following quote: “The further men get, I think, from pines, the worse for them.”
“The grand, hard truth of it is that nothing in Nature happens in order that something else shall happen, but only as it must.”
“Why is it sad to be so happy?”