souvenirs

A LITTLE bit of sunshine is magical, indeed,

It fills the world with colour,

It wakes the sleeping seed.

 

A little bit of sunshine from any kindly face

Can make this dreary planet

A very happy place!

 

Quiet moments
The little things, the simple things,
The fleeting, half-forgotten things –
So seldom contemplated.
The precious things, remembered things,
The secret, sad and silent things –
Of such is Life created.

Say, what a thrill to pack your bags and
start on holiday.
What fun to leave the daily round and
travel miles away!
There`s nothing I love better than untrodden
paths to roam,
Except, of course, that greater thrill – the
thrill of coming home!

“The Art of Living To-Day,” by Douglas Horton

A little girl made a list of “My Twelve Loveliest Things, People not Counted.” They were:

The scrunch of dry leaves as you walk through them.
The feel of clean clothes.
Water running into the bath.
The cold of ice-cream.
Cool wind on a hot day.
Climbing up and looking back.
Honey in your mouth.
Smell of a drug store.
Hot-water bottle in bed.
Babies smiling.
The feeling inside when you sing.
Baby kittens.

Well, there is HER list. Sets you thinking, doesn`t it?