Gardens: Fly-By

The Garden"






In this one of many possible worlds,
All for the best or some bizarre test
It is what it is and whatever,
Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies when you dream,
The hours tick away,
The cells tick away

The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes,
The hours tick away, they tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn so easily burned
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn so easily burned

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect

In the rise and the set of the sun,
'Til the stars go spinning,
Spinning 'round the night
Oh, it is what it is, and forever
Each moment a memory in flight

The arrow flies while you breathe,
The hours tick away,
The cells tick away,

The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve,
The hours tick away, they tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn so easily burned





In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give

In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect

The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between.
Forever dwells in that moment,
Hope is what remains to be seen.
Forever dwells in that moment,
Hope is what remains to be seen.

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)
(It's a measure of a life)
(It's a measure of a life)
(It's a measure of a life)



Lyrics by Neil Peart; Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson; Whom together make up the rock group   RUSH

 Track taken from their excellent album " Clockwork Angels " released in 2013.




Above Photos taken on 16/07/ '18 at Hidcote.A National Trust property.



Timeless

Uncertain future
The past a vault of memories.
So in a garden,
Give yourself a present.
The present.
Consider,
The now of "nowness".
and savour.


Ck 19/07/'18





















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And finally, a short time ago, the R.A.F. celebrated their 100th birthday.

A. took these photos in London of the fly past.









And so it's up, up and away until the next time.

WiFi for now,
Ck.

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