The summer hurries on, and one by one our hedgerow friends appear and grace us with their beauty. I have to remind myself to stop and smell the roses - before the petals fall for another year.
Beauty and happiness are fleeting, and that is why they are precious.
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Beauty and happiness are fleeting, and that is why they are precious.
A blushing wild pink rose,
By tangled woods and ways,
A passing sweet that goes
With summer days.
From rosy dawn till night
Wafted from east to west,
Kissed by the morning light
To evening rest.
Thy odors faint outlive
Alike both joy and pain,
Stealing the sweet they give
To yield again.
Leaving a faint perfume
Thy memory to fulfill,
Forgotten in thy bloom,
Remembered still.
Sarah Orne Jewett