What is this life if, full of care

>>  Sunday, November 27, 2011

The busier I get the less I find to write about which is odd because my life is just overflowing with stuff.  You would think that there would be so many musings to recount, but I've become so busy and embroiled, I've forgotten the importance of observing.

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.

William Henry Davies

I did find an hour to stare at an airfield in Northamptionshire, The hotel attached to it is a old clubhouse and officers mess.  Quite a fantastic place still in it's 1930's Art Deco full glory.  The speakers in the bar played the happening aircraft to control talk (I'm sure it's got a technical name).

I sat in a large leather couch in an original conservatory, looking through the curve metal framed windows at something that reminded me a whole lot of a Dinky toy town.

A very pleasant way to spend an hour I could ill afford but the best part is for a very short 5 minutes I got to see a friend I used to spend a lot of time with and haven't in the past 5 years or more.  And yet she lives less than a 15 minute drive away.  Life got in our way.

And by the time I got to the shops they'd ran out of 4s, you do the maths.


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