Thanks for the story, Mike. It reminds of a poem by William Hentry Davies, part of which describes sunlight reflecting in a stream looking like stars skipping and dancing in the night sky. Here’s a much shortened version of it.
What life is this, 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.
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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!
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A poor life this, if – full of care – we have no time to stand and stare.
I love this poem. A few years ago I was so busy with work and seem to busy at home too, that despite doing weeding, I hadn’t seen the pink Lily’s in a corner of my garden not visible from the drive. Only one solitary flower had not wilted and died. The rest ( which I always used to dead head) were shrivelled and brown. I recalled this poem’s famous line. I just didn’t have the time to stare at them in their glory. I had forgotten them. Since then, every couple of days, I make a point of looking at them and dead heading. I make the time to stand and stare.
Thank you Mike,for a lovely Mellow Moment.
Thanks very much Sue! I think the girl’s story and her Dad’s dulcet tones are quite perfect x
That was wonderful Mike. May we never lock our stars in a suitcase.
Thank you Mike for a lovely MMM. Have listened several times.
Thank you very much for this truly enchanting Dreamland story ⭐
Thank you ladies for your lovely comments and taking the time to listen, not necessarily in that order! Indeed a moral for us all in the story….x
Thanks for the story, Mike. It reminds of a poem by William Hentry Davies, part of which describes sunlight reflecting in a stream looking like stars skipping and dancing in the night sky. Here’s a much shortened version of it.
What life is this, 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, 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!
…
A poor life this, if – full of care – we have no time to stand and stare.
I love this poem. A few years ago I was so busy with work and seem to busy at home too, that despite doing weeding, I hadn’t seen the pink Lily’s in a corner of my garden not visible from the drive. Only one solitary flower had not wilted and died. The rest ( which I always used to dead head) were shrivelled and brown. I recalled this poem’s famous line. I just didn’t have the time to stare at them in their glory. I had forgotten them. Since then, every couple of days, I make a point of looking at them and dead heading. I make the time to stand and stare.