“When as a child I laughed and wept,
Time crept.
When as a youth I waxed more bold,
Time strolled.
When I became a full-grown man,
Time RAN.
When older still I daily grew,
Time FLEW.
Soon I shall find, in passing on,
Time gone.
O Christ! wilt Thou have saved me then?
Amen. “
Henry Twells (1823-1900), British rhymester. "Time's Paces," quoted in Alan L. Mackay, The Harvest of a Quiet Eye (1977). Poem fixed to the front of the clock-case in the North Transept of Chester Cathedral.
TIME: 6:38 PM
PLACE: The front yard
SUBJECT: Chrysanthemum
So where did the summer go? I walked outside this evening and I found that some leaves have already fallen from our Capital Pear tree onto the mum planted below. The mum has begun its fall bloom. I know it is the day after Labor Day, but geesh, you’d think that the seasons wouldn’t turn so quickly. I swear, didn’t it used to be more gradual? Time is flying. And the older I get, the faster it goes. HH tells me that it gets quicker every year. Great – I don’t have enough time now to do everything I need to and he’s telling me I’ll have even less time in the future! Not what I need to hear.
