Quote by Byron J. Rees

“I did not read books that first summer; I hoed beans. Nay, I often did better than this. there were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hands. I love a broad margin to my life. sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sand around or flitted noiselessly through the house.. I grew in these seasons like corn in the night…they were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance.”