What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare? No time to stand beneath the boughs and stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, in broad daylight, streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, and watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can,
enrich that smile her eyes began? A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies
Saturday, October 4, 2008
My babies produced.
O.K. I know it doesn't look like much, but I am incredibly excited. This is my first crop of huckleberries. I can't wait till we have enough for pie!
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