Folks, here I am again, sitting in the old blue chair, there by the big window. I am watching those green hills, daily, changing color.
Folks, here I am again, sitting in the old blue chair, there by the big window. I am watching those green hills, daily, changing color.
It put me to thinking about a woman of 80 I was told about.
She was asked, “What season of life is the happiest?”
She answered by pointing to a grove of trees in front of her house, “When spring comes and in the soft air, the buds are breaking on the trees, and they are crowned with blossoms, I think how beautiful spring is.
“But, when summer comes and covers the trees with heavy foliage and singing birds are among the branches, I think how beautiful summer is! And, then when fall loads the trees with golden fruit and leaves begin to be those gorgeous tints, I cannot help thinking how beautiful fall is!
“But, when winter comes and there is neither foliage nor fruit, I only have to look up and there through the leafless branches, I see what was hidden before. The stars of heaven shining through!”
Robert Browning believed and said, “That the last of life is what the first is made. And that each day, each year, and each experience, does not stand alone, they cannot be separated, from what has happened before or what may happen after. That yesterday determines today and today helps determine tomorrow.”
I’ve heard this said: “As we grow older, real beauty travels from the face to the heart, appeal turns to charm, hurt to wisdom and great moments to shared memories. The true beauty of life is not how happy you are now, but how happy others are because of you.”
Eleanor Roosevelt said, “Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.”
Around here at the retirement village we laugh a lot and try to get all the living we can get out of each and every day.
Most of us dear old souls are in our 80s and some are 90 or more. And I’m telling you, they are a beautiful and giving bunch; Always looking out for each other; Endeavoring to make others feel cared for and happy.
Heard this: He said, “My wife is singing in our apartment. So, I’m sitting here outside on the patio, so neighbors don’t think I’m hitting her.”
She said, “I may be getting older, but I’m still fit as a fiddle. Just how fit is a fiddle, anyway?”
He said, “Being diagnosed with memory loss isn’t the worst thing that can happen to you, because in 15 minutes, you’ll have forgotten about it.”
Old folks are a hoot!!