Pause and cease doing for awhile.
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After all, how could one in all conscience walk past a floral poem such as this without stopping to pay respects.
This morning, I walked out of time with these ne’er do wells for a while and swapped wild tales of this mountain.
Our friends the plants encourage such idle loafing and storytelling.
Finding time to “stand and stare” has forever been in my bones, and I find there is great profit in it. Though I suspect the bankers would not agree.
In many ways this is why I am not drawn to banking.
Photo: Wild white daffodils above Facinas. Courtesy of the author.