Winter must be cold, for those with no warm memories.
Photo: Ghost Gum in Palm Valley, James Ranges, Northern Territory, Australia.
(c) Marie Trudinger 1955
Photo of cats, travel, flowers
Winter must be cold, for those with no warm memories.
Photo: Ghost Gum in Palm Valley, James Ranges, Northern Territory, Australia.
(c) Marie Trudinger 1955
When I finally got it all together, I forgot where I put it.
Photo: Mudflat, Gumtree, Waikerie, SA. (c) L.M. Kling. 1985.
It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night
is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
US author John Steinbeck.
Photo: South-west Tasmania. (c) D. Trudinger, circa 1985.
Insight often comes during moments of peaceful contemplation.
Photo: Lake Louise, Canada. (c) Marie Trudinger , 1987.
Tact is the ability to convince someone else that they are smarter than you.
Photo: Avon River, Christchurch, New Zealand. (c) Marie Trudinger 2000.
Entry in a diary:
“Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regrets.
For I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.”
Photo: Flinder’s Ranges, South Australia. (c) Margaret Johnson, circa 1968.
Lord, You know I am growing older. Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed with the idea that I must express myself on every subject.
Release me from the craving to straighten out everyone’s affairs.
Keep me from the recital of endless detail. Give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches and pains. They are increasing with the years and my love to speak of them grows sweeter as time goes by.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong. Make me thoughtful but not nosey; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom and experience it does seem a pity not to use it all. But You know, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.
Amen.
Photo: Blue Mountains. N.S.W. (c) Marie Trudinger 2010.
All good things come to those who wait. (Proverb)
And, yes, in case you’re wondering, after patiently waiting for about an hour,
Molly had mouse au bleu for supper that night.
Photo: (c) Marie Trudinger, 2018
If I had my life to live over:
I would try to make more mistakes next time
I would relax
I would be sillier than I have been on this trip
I know very few things I would take seriously
I would be crazier
I would be less hygienic
I would take more chances
I would have more trips
I would climb more mountains
Swim more rivers
and watch more sunsets
I would eat more ice creams and less beans
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones
You see, I am one of those people who lives prophylactically and sanely and sensibly
Hour after hour and day after day.
I have my moments, and if I had to do it over again
I would have more of them, in fact I’d try to have nothing else,
just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead each day.
I’ve been one of those people who never go anywhere without
a thermometer, hot water bottle, gargle, raincoat and parachute.
If I had to do it over again I’d go places and travel lighter, than I have.
If I had my life over, I would start barefooted in the Spring
and stay that way until Autumn.
I would play hooky more,
I wouldn’t make such good grades, except by accident.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds, and I’d pick more daisies.
(Written by an 87 year old lady)
Photo by Eyup Belen on Pexels.com
Courage is being scared to death,
but saddling up anyway.
John Wayne.
Photo: Unknown.