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Some things simply have to be experienced. No explanation will do them justice and no opinion could change their individual effect. Listen to the words that no one is saying, and learn from the depth of each worldly thing’s soul. Only then will you catch a glimpse of true understanding.
I love the time in spring when the grass is so green it almost hurts your eyes. When it gets cut for the first time, the smell is so refreshing it makes the effort all the more worth it. I love the feel of dirt between my toes and a rake or shovel in my hand as I work the earth into the canvas for what will be a beautiful painting. The combination of colors, bright and swirling, and the heady odor of fruit blossoms and fresh earth mingle and linger in my senses, following me long after I’ve abandoned the serenity of my garden for the peace of my bedroom. The peace follows me here, filling every empty niche, finding every hollow crevice and filling it to its brim, bringing it to a gloriously ripe fullness that the mind requires. Sweet, juicy, crisp, tart – not only words or senses – full powers of embodiment that can transform our perception of the world.
I love standing, at the end of the day, with my hands on my hips and a smile of satisfaction on my face, knowing full well, that I have accomplished something. That I have earned what I will reap from the gardens that I sow.
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That “couldn’t be done,” and you’ll do it
Edgar Guest