Many years ago I read a very short poem in a magazine...I think it was some teen focused magazine but I really don't remember which. I cut it out to save (today I could just pin it on Pinterest!) and I still have it, but it is ragged and at some point I laminated it with tape to prevent further deterioration. That poem struck me as something to ponder and I often wondered who wrote it since I neglected to cut out the author's name. I googled it more than once and finally it has turned up! The link shows it was printed in a high school newspaper in 1972, apparently written by a student,and it must have been sent in to the magazine at some point soon after that.
As we head closer to prime gardening season I'd like to share the poem with you...something to remember as we find ourselves in the midst of chores and seemingly endless, even if enjoyable, work.
Stopping now and then to munch a dandelion
I made my way into the afternoon.
And when I reached my destination
I found I had enjoyed the journey
More than the arrival.
Christin Wunderlin in the Spirit Lake Beacon, Spirit Lake, Iowa
I hope you take the time to enjoy the journey...happy gardening!
