Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was one of those mornings when I really shouldn't have taken the time. But I couldn't resist.
It was a foggy morning and the dew was heavy on the budding trees and branches.
Socrates had it right: "Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf."
There was no waiting until I got home from Hutchinson to capture the ethereal loveliness of a dew-filled spring morning. The sun would have chased away the suspended droplets and the glistening moment would be gone.
"Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another."
It was just another reminder of the many blessings I have. If I hurry through the simple moments, I may not see them.
Was it worth every extra moment on a busy morning? Yes indeed.