Evening was a nice day but as of tomorrow going into a heat wave over 90 degrees.all next week.. went for coffee today a friend came down from new hampshire was nice to see him., then went to the store to buy fruit see you tomorrow.
Hello dear friend Amix, all my love for your page and thanks for your friendship.
I'm leaving on vacation for a month and will be unable to log in.
Take care and always smile.
Nelrgla.
Of all passions, that one is the one most unknown to us: laziness. It is the most violent and evil of all. ❤️ Dear friends ❤️ Happy Friday❤️ and a wonderful weekend❤️ Lots ❤️of love and hugs from here in St. Maarten❤️ Soraya Kisses❤️
“How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips. At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.” — Helen Keller, Three Days to See