“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln ) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I  do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” ,  no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life  🙂 ).. 🙂

 

Have been busy this week trying to get outdoor projects taken care of between weather events… one being mowing… 🙂

All the while words of Rose Milligan floated in my mind, sighhhhhhh… 🙂

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better 
to paint a picture, or write a letter, 
bake a cake, or plant a seed. 
Ponder the difference between want and need. 

Dust if you must, but there is not much time, 
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read, 
friends to cherish and life to lead. 

Dust if you must, but the world's out there 
with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, 
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain, 
this day will not come round again. 

Dust if you must, but bear in mind, 
old age will come and it's not kind. 
And when you go, and go you must, 
you, yourself, will make more dust! 

                         (Rose Milligan)

Hello Diary,

Yes, been a busy week dealing with life’s challenges, and working in the backyard with my backyard friends keeping a close eye on me making sure I were doing it right… but no matter how busy I were, every morning I were greeted by my backyard friends…  🙂

 

 

Another fine morning on the prairie… 🙂 And I would take the time to gaze upon the prairie skies and contemplate how wealthy I am… 🙂

I’m far richer than the rich
Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
I have gold in the sun
I have silver in the star.

I have dreams that I follow
That are more precious than gold,
As I venture through life
Eagerly watching, the dreams unfold.

I have diamonds, too many to count
With each new fallen snow,
As I see each one sparkle
While basking in the suns glow.

The mornings bring nature’s painting
Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
Impossible to duplicate
Even though many did try.

 Each bloom of the red rose
A ruby, one of a kind,
With the bloom of the white rose
A pearl comes to mind.

Money have I little
But wealth I have got,
But  I don’t fit in with
The wealthy and rich lot.

And I’m not going to change
A wealthy dreamer I’ll stay,
Until  the rivers, they all run dry
Until  the four winds, they all blow away.
      (Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes)… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now, “Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown) and I had better get to chasing… but I shall return again one day, Fate be  willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

 

Until we meet again..

May the love that you give
Always return to you,
That family and friends are many
And always remain true,
May your mind only know peace
No suffering or strife,
May your spirit only know love and happiness
On your journey through life.
     (Larry “Dutch” Woller)