She had an uncanny energy for life thankful for every little miracle it bestowed— and it made her entirely impossible to live without. xx Atticus

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad...