Life before 2008 19 May 2006 03:52 pm
with honeysuckle on our springtime breeze…
It would seem hanging laundry gives one a lot of time for thinking things through. One delightful discovery about Tennessee that I didn’t see coming is this long, extended, and very fragrant spring season. I had tea time with my two olders this afternoon and this was one of our poetry selections.
From: The Wild Honeysuckle by Philip Freneau, the last stanza:
From morning suns and evening dews
At first thy little being came;
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
For when you die you are the same;
The space between is but an hour,
The frail duration of a flower.
Life is too short….
