Final farewell fotos of flowers on the finca. August 2014. Summer is passing…….
In August in Spain the weather is usually too hot and dry in the summer. The flowers start to fade and all seems rather dried out. Some flowers resist the parched conditions but most decide to allow their seeds to finish developing and be ready to disperse. This helps survival of the species through a long dry summer. Deep roots keep the trees and other bushes in business.
Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare and a different interpretation based on the natural world.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate,
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
And sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, ( the very hot sun as in Spain?)
And often is his gold complexion dimmed; ( English weather with clouds in the summer!)
And every fair from fair oft times declines,
By chance or by nature’s unchanging course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare’s sonnet reflects the transience of beauty with the beauty of summer. But nature like the focus of his sonnet has an everlasting and ever changing beauty, beyond the flower! This is my interpretation of a sonnet often thought to be about love. Maybe it can be about the intricate workings of nature that go beyond the transient beauty of a flower or a young man or woman! When we understand the true beauty of a person or of nature we can truly appreciate the deeper aspects of love, life and the natural world. Or was Shakespeare just trying to immortalise himself or his’dark lad..y’ love with words? His words offer such richness and are open to interpretation and appreciation through the ages and to different cultures.
I think I have found another angle on this sonnet and an admiration for what goes on beyond our sight within the seeds creating the changing seasons.