It sometimes takes a day out with an eight year old to think of things other than work.
One suddenly learns to talk of dinosaurs, two-headed animals, harry potter and halloween.
Life is suddenly full of questions - questions big and small! It's nice to find that little child inside every now and then.
And in my case, she seems to come out only with good company... :)
Spring is a good time to get in touch with life and the many beginnings that we all seem to need... Here is to spring and to new beginnings in life... !
A Prayer in Spring - Robert Frost (1915)
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think
so far away As the uncertain harvest;
keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
One suddenly learns to talk of dinosaurs, two-headed animals, harry potter and halloween.
Life is suddenly full of questions - questions big and small! It's nice to find that little child inside every now and then.
And in my case, she seems to come out only with good company... :)
Spring is a good time to get in touch with life and the many beginnings that we all seem to need... Here is to spring and to new beginnings in life... !
A Prayer in Spring - Robert Frost (1915)
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think
so far away As the uncertain harvest;
keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
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