The simple things of life are best. An hour of sweet solitude, a
cluster of bright yellow mums, the call of quail in the meadow. It doesn’t take much
to please us. One elusive goal after another makes us hurry by some beautiful times. It
seems autumn will stand still while we do other things. The trees lose their colorful
leaves and they are no less pretty, but to see them in all their phases is ever better.
Certain things are required of us because to give and receive is the order of life-but it
is the quiet timeless, natural activity that rests us and glows in our faces. Everything
is not duty. Some of it is reward, rewards we don’t remember earning.
Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with
clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Chief Seattle
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