“The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.” ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwi
I don’t know where the summer went; the time passed so quickly. We leave soon for our annual Labor Day camping trip – a week on the ocean and river where the salmon run. It seems like summer arrived just yesterday and it’s gone in the blink of an eye – or the life of a flower.
“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That’s why we call it the present.”~ A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
We paid our dues early this year. Having survived two straight weeks of 110 degrees in June, we have been treated to much milder temps all through August. The garden is showing its gratitude now.
And so are the pups. This is Lukey.
Sweet blind boy Brutus.
And hug-a-boo Mickey.
With a light breeze blowing, our golden oldies were treated to a group play date in the large park. So many beautiful sugar faces.
Little beasties, meanwhile, were having their own party in the Butterfly Garden.
Ocean camping is heaven, but its hard to compete with this bliss.
“For there you have been and there you will long to return.” ~ Leonardo da Vinci