Always Sweeter
The meat is always sweeter closer to the bone. This was an old bromide I heard and took literally as a child. It made no sense to me then. It all tasted sweet. I hadn't a clue of the passing of things, of scarcity or want, of longing or hunger for what we no longer have.
But especially in the fall, and as the sands dwindle in the hourglass of years, I understand. Color and motion are two props soon to be missing from the stage of seasons passing. They seem more precious for their transient beauties, their color, the motion of wings and falling crimson leaves soon to come.
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Lovely photo, Fred. A friend of mine used to say that every summer's day was worth more than the one behind it. So now we're in the really valuable ones.
Posted by: zuleme | August 25, 2005 6:34 AM
Yes, very nice photo there Fred .... I've got some photos that you and your Grandaughter can look at together ....
http://spaces.msn.com/members/SometimesABunker/
Have her look at the Painted Emirati Camels ... she might get a kick out of those.
Your situation sounds idyllic compared to my current one. It is interesting and all ... but I wouldn't want to think I was going to stay here from here on out!
Again, you can see the contrast between your site and my "space"!
Regards,
Steve.
Posted by: Steve | August 25, 2005 4:13 PM
Glorious photo. How did you train the butterfles to pose like that? And is it hard to get them to arrive in those wonderfully contrasting pairs? >g<
Posted by: fredR | August 25, 2005 10:00 PM