“Rest is not idleness,
and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees,
listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky,
is by no means a waste of time.”
It goes without saying, I think, that when you live in the South, and you find yourself traveling through Wisconsin in October, you absolutely must brake for produce and cheese.
White garlic & dill cheese curds, “peanut” pumpkins, fresh honey- extracted from a wildflower field right up the road- you absolutely must make room for these types of things in car and/or your cooler.
And/or your belly.
And I’m sure there must be a rule about braking for the beauty of birch bark, too…right?
I just can’t imagine there’s not.
I think it came to be around the same time the one about halting for hammocks…didn’t it?
That is most definitely a rule.
Pretty sure it’s on the same page as the one about stopping for settler’s cabins and swings of any kind…isn’t that right?
99.9 percent sure that’s right.
And if you come across a treehouse on said travels, in said state, in said month, well, then I’m certain you’re also required (by law) to spend some time up in that, too.
I’m sure it has something to do with putting a little space between you and the earth every now and then…
…about spending some creative time on a Higher level.
And right around a quarter til 6, you absolutely have to find yourself a front row seat to watch the sunset…
You just have to.
That I know for sure.
After all- (and like Mr. Lubbock once said) rest is not idleness, and watching clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.