That man is richest whose pleasures are cheapest.
-Henri David Thoreau-
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
*photos were taken in Tuscany, Barberino for the first, and Florence for the second.
Oh what I'd give to be under the Tuscan sun again.
4 comments:
oh.... i thought I saw the mother of all cats in there....
hmm... i dun own a yellow tartan shirt, nor do i own a red trolley bag, and neither do i, the poor budget traveler, have the money to feed cats. i would, if i could, but this fella's doing a great job already.
more precisely...
i was refering to one of the feline as you!!!
hmm... interesting.... and which one would that be? the black, brown or grey? I wouldn't like to be the brown and fluffy one, nor the black one.. i think grey's just perfect... I get to look like a tiger too! *roar*
p/s: I used to call my cat 'the lion king' cos he loved climbing above my porch to see the world. meowrrrr!
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