Has any one of us ever forgotten, the quieter times when wildflowers, buttercups and daisies made beautiful bouquets? I remember those times well. If I should ever cease to do so, it would be to me evidence of the blighting effects of old age upon the freshness of a youthful heart.
Be that as it may, any forgetfulness about these times could not possibly last. With the coming of the next spring, when dandelions bejewel my side lawn, violets dot and enliven the shady areas of Presque Isle and masses of daffodils with their pretty yellow bells scatter themselves here and there in places of their own choosing; my sweet memories of these quieter times would be at once be awakened.
I think it is good to cherish treasured recollections of our earlier and simpler days. Nothing will do so as well for us as the adorable faces of the wildflowers, buttercups and daises we used to love and enjoy so much.
For me and many friends who visit Presque Isle regularly our early memories regarding the park are the topics of discussion and remembrances quite often. Since I started this blog, an amazing number of people have sent me comments about events and experiences they had while on Presque Isle. A woman from California has related some of her experiences with nature on the park while undergoing serious cancer treatment. These encounters helped her through her most unpleasant days. It is really the simply things in life that make all the difference!
Presque Isle has many stories to tell. If you would like to share any of yours, just send me a note in the comment’s area of this blog.
See you on the park!!
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