Huge hickories like this one joined forces with the oaks to create the most glorious dappled light at our campsite in Tompkins Campground. We sat by the campfire and watched the sunlight play with the leaves throughout the day; and come sunset, the dazzling light in the westerly woods spelled pure magic!
Leisure
by William Henry 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 daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
