How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.~ Annie Dillard
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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.~ Annie Dillard The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven - All's right with the world!
~ Robert Browning
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow picture by Rhonda R. Napoleon; subject a member of the Skyline Forest Faeries & Guardians of Cloudcroft, New Mexico All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far away
Is tinkled by some frolic fay,
Floateth a lovely chiming.
Thou magic bell, to many a fell
And many a winter-saddened dell
Thy tongue a tale of Spring doth tell,
Too passionate-sweet for rhyming.
Chime out, thou little song of Spring,
Float in the blue skies ravishing.
Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring
That's sweet, albeit fleeting.
Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:
And when thou to a rose shalt come
That hath begun to show her bloom,
Say, I send her greeting!
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!~ Mark Twain