When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,The golden apples of the sun.

Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering. Winnie the Pooh WE shall take the sage advice of that great  philosopher of life Winnie the Pooh and not clutter o…

Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering. Winnie the Pooh WE shall take the sage advice of that great  philosopher of life Winnie the Pooh and not clutter o…