the
true
harvest
of my
daily life
is somewhat as
intangible and
indescribable
as the tints of
morning or
evening.
it is a little
stardust
caught, a
segment of the
rainbow
which i have
clutched.
~henry david thoreau
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I wish I could go to a convention! I haven't been in...like two years. And that was my first ever. So I am not big into conventions cuz I never have a scrapping buddy. I usually just go to the local scrapbook store with some of my local scrappers. Friday night crop. That's the most I can get with Chad! He's too busy!
I am reminded of a poem by another great American poet as I finish this wonderful work....
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour,
So leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing Gold Can Stay...
-Robert Frost
They remind us how precious life is and how beautiful it can "Be." Thank you for your words. Even the ones that aren't yours. You choose them well. I admire that.
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