Friday, February 8, 2013

something out of it


by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What’s the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain,
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you’re loved again.
What’s the best thing in the world?
— Something out of it, I think.

What's the best thing in the world? Snow clinging to winter cherries. A winter walk under a calm grey sky. Frost on tiny branches. Birds flying together. Certainly love.

I used to very often say to our daughter, you are my best thing. Less often now that she's a teenager, but  I do manage to slip it in now and again in appropriate moments. (I still love the Ray La Montagne song).

I'll leave you with these photos from a walk earlier this week and wish you a lovely weekend.....

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