To much Time has passed since my last post.
But I'm still here, digging my way out of Closets & Cupboards, a little early Spring cleaning.
But I'm still here, digging my way out of Closets & Cupboards, a little early Spring cleaning.
And lots of sewing in between, getting Inspired by the time ahead us. And practicing a bit of Self Reflection.
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
by Robert Frost
3 comments:
Becky,
I just found your blog via June at Laughing with Angels. Oh my, I am in awe of your pictures and art. Everything I love, just the style I am drawn to. I have 3 little ones so my home is filled with lego's and such...but someday. Lisa
PS I will be adding you to my blogroll.
I love the simple elegance of your photo and saying. I hope you have a wonderful week.
Kathleen
Hi sweet Becky!!!! I hope all is well with you dear heart ~ As always it is so beautiful here! It was good to see your name in my email...hugs and love, Dawn
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