Nature never makes haste; her systems revolve at an even pace. The bud swells imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion, as though the short spring days were an eternity. The wise man is restful, never restless or impatient….Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each….Open all your pores and breathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.
This is so true! I just heard it in a sermon and thought I’d share..