Morning Glory Seeds

Morning Glory Seeds

I ventured outside for a moment.  I wanted to collect what remained of my Morning Glory seeds.  I was startled to find so many!  Surely there wasn't as many blooms?  Or was there? 

Our summer passed so quickly.  From the moment my son became ill, it seemed that we were in a state of panic..on heightened alert...doing damage control and then...thank Goodness...recovery mode.  

My days are so full.  Work occupies so much of my time, but it is a necessary evil right now.  What leisure time I have seems to be filled so quickly.

I don't remember seeing more than one bloom, and I saw it in passing.

I looked at my son the other day.  He is 37 years old.  I vaguely remember the years between 4 to 37.

I guess William H. Davies says it best in the following...

Leisure

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, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

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 is if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

Someone suggested that my priorities would become clear when I retired.  I cannot imagine that they will become any more clear than they are right now...family...friends...work...art...flowers...but soon work will not factor into the equation.

How can I make time to stop and stare?  Housework!  I can stop making my bed, doing dishes and sweeping the floor!  I can sit by our river, take more boat rides and gaze over the fence at the neighbors sheep and horses.  I can walk for a short period every day, and I can count my Morning Glory blooms.

And do you take time to smell your roses?  How do you find time to do so?