Saturday, January 11, 2014

The hour arrives when the mind is ripened

I took Wolfgang for a long walk in the woods.

We went past a small gully that has always been there but which has never been notable.  Last nights torrential rain transformed the place.

There, but never seen until today.
Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream. 
- Ralph Waldo Emerson


Old NFO said...

Pup's growing up QUICK! And one NEVER knows until the water flows where those 'little' dry creeks are!

Brigid said...

Beautiful sentiment Ted, and so true.

Murphy's Law said...

OH, he's looking GREAT.