Nature’s musical tastes

Wendell Berry observes nature’s “patient ear”

Nature has a patient ear. To her the slowest funeral march sounds like a jig. She is satisfied to have the notes drawn out to the lengths of days or weeks or months. Small variations are acceptable to her, modulations as leisurely as the opening of a flower.

Wendell Berry, “A Native Hill” in The Art of the Commonplace, pg. 19