It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
(a tiny sweet begonia blossom / Julie Cook / 2014)
Taking stock of what was,
melancholy and nostalgic,
do we count our treasures?
Looking back on a life long lived,
tired and weary,
can we hold our possessions in open arms?
Time no longer kind,
spent and gone,
is it who we know or who’ve known which matters most?
Complicated, overwhelming, excessive
No time, too busy, maybe later
What does any of it mean now?
Can we rewind, return, renew
The chances come and chances go
Time begs to begin again
Take it while you can
Hold on to it longer,
to all that mattes most
When everything was simple
When time never mattered
When less was happily more
When life was sweet
cookiecrumbstoliveby 
The weather here is improving – I took time away from my paper yesterday and cut the lawn for the first time this spring and then planted some flowers! It was good for my soul to be out there in the garden but I am a bit stiff this morning. 🙂 Have a wonderful day.
I think getting out, and often dirty, is most therapeutic 🙂
Take two aleve and call me in the morning 🙂
Soaking up a little Vitamin D is also beneficial 🙂
Hugs Lynda—Julie
Beautiful begonia Julie! I have enjoyed the cool weather the last week or so but it is suppose to turn really warm the next few days. I bet your garden is really starting to come in. When are your chickens due to arrive? Have a great day! 🙂
Another great one that needs to be published! Hugs, Natalie 🙂
I drank in your words and beautiful floral image–beauty thirst quenched! Blessings ~ Laura