Fabulous poem capturing the speed at which time seems to fly and reminding me that all we have is now; lets use it, enjoy it and cherish it however difficult it may be Lovely photos too. Xx
Very nice, Kathryn. Time marches on whether of not we notice. When my Dad turned 65, we had a party for him. At some point, I caught him standing alone, at the front door, staring off into space. I asked if he was alright and he replied, “It all goes so fast, John. So very fast.” I’m 60 now and the Old Man was right!
By the way, is that the Marshall Field’s clock I spy? Macy’s may have bought the business and building but that clock will always be Marshall Field’s to me. 🙂
Nailed it, Mister Smartypants. The Marshall Field’s clock it is. From our last visit up, a couple of Springs ago. I have the same sense of places-over-time, too; what is now Macy’s in Seattle was previously, very briefly I think, Marshall Field’s too, then for a long stretch, The Bon Marché (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bon_Marché), which in turn we had a hard time not calling by its *other* previous longtime name of Frederick & Nelson (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_%26_Nelson), aka the fount of the best chocolate truffles and originator of my lust for a pinch of salt to perfect all sweets: Frangos (still available, thank heavens, at Macy’s stores, where they bought out the license and recipe). Ah, good times! 😉 Thanks for the appropriately thematic trip down memory lane!!!:D xo
Like the seasons, there is a point when life’s passing is acceptable, even welcome. It is strange, though, to wish some parts of being young were part of being old, instead. If that makes any sense! Tempus fugit! 🙂 XO
Makes perfect sense to me! I certainly think it’s central to human nature that we crave what we can’t have in so many ways, only appreciating it fully when it’s out of reach for one reason or another. But at least in our later years we *can* have the experience to realize what things *might* be attainable by our own efforts and have the skills and wherewithal to seek them, too. An often overlooked advantage of aging. 😉
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K
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Beautiful…again, this poem emphases to me the need to cherish each and every moment we have….Time moves rapidly and there is no going back. xx
You who love hummingbirds must have a particularly acute sense of what speed and change mean!!
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Fabulous poem capturing the speed at which time seems to fly and reminding me that all we have is now; lets use it, enjoy it and cherish it however difficult it may be Lovely photos too. Xx
Cherish? Yes, yes, yes!
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Very nice, Kathryn. Time marches on whether of not we notice. When my Dad turned 65, we had a party for him. At some point, I caught him standing alone, at the front door, staring off into space. I asked if he was alright and he replied, “It all goes so fast, John. So very fast.” I’m 60 now and the Old Man was right!
By the way, is that the Marshall Field’s clock I spy? Macy’s may have bought the business and building but that clock will always be Marshall Field’s to me. 🙂
Nailed it, Mister Smartypants. The Marshall Field’s clock it is. From our last visit up, a couple of Springs ago. I have the same sense of places-over-time, too; what is now Macy’s in Seattle was previously, very briefly I think, Marshall Field’s too, then for a long stretch, The Bon Marché (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bon_Marché), which in turn we had a hard time not calling by its *other* previous longtime name of Frederick & Nelson (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_%26_Nelson), aka the fount of the best chocolate truffles and originator of my lust for a pinch of salt to perfect all sweets: Frangos (still available, thank heavens, at Macy’s stores, where they bought out the license and recipe). Ah, good times! 😉 Thanks for the appropriately thematic trip down memory lane!!!:D xo
Like the seasons, there is a point when life’s passing is acceptable, even welcome. It is strange, though, to wish some parts of being young were part of being old, instead. If that makes any sense! Tempus fugit! 🙂 XO
Makes perfect sense to me! I certainly think it’s central to human nature that we crave what we can’t have in so many ways, only appreciating it fully when it’s out of reach for one reason or another. But at least in our later years we *can* have the experience to realize what things *might* be attainable by our own efforts and have the skills and wherewithal to seek them, too. An often overlooked advantage of aging. 😉
xoxo
❤
K