A man after my own heart:

John Clare, in his autobiographical poem, “The Peasant Poet”:

A silent man in life’s affairs,
A thinker from a Boy,
A Peasant in his daily cares-
The Poet in his joy.

(from The Writer’s Almanac
, July 13, 2002)  

Jenny found the flower
we hadn’t been able to identify (partly because the deer have liked it too much to let it bloom). It’s a lupine (Lupinus
).