Been sick lately and this photo kept coming to mind. Thought I’d repost it. Enjoy.
The glory of the young is their strength;
the gray hair of experience is the splendor of the old.
~ Proverbs 20:29 (New Living Translation) ~
It’s a beautiful Lord’s day in southern Cal. The sunlight is brilliant and radiating warmth; the sky is blue; the breeze is gentle, but crisp; and hummingbirds flit from one Bird of Paradise to the next, each time plunging in to drink of its life-sustaining nectar.
There was a time in my life when I could flit, like a hummingbird, from activity to activity, taking in moments of life. But like this wagon, those years are now memories.
This wagon is old and weather beaten. It had value and usefulness to the person or people who owned it. Though it was discarded a long time ago, it has beauty and usefulness; it brings completeness to this scene. Without this wagon, the space would be lacking character…
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