Life is precarious. It doesn’t matter how hard we work, or how carefully we plan, things will go wrong. A lot of the time we find ourselves surrounded by hassles and worries, or filled with boredom and tedium. Sometimes it’s much worse – a severe accident, a life-threatening illness, or the untimely death of someone we love. So when we have glimpses of happiness, it is good to cherish and celebrate them.
Robert Herrick, 17th century poet, urges us to make the most of the good times while we can:
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
I’ve gathered a few fine rosebuds, this last week or so.
Last weekend was the big cycle ride from Carlisle to Liverpool (the reason for my two previous posts about cycling uphill). Getting over Shap summit despite driving rain and a strong head wind was wonderful. Cruising the nine miles downhill to Kendal was even better. Exhilaration, feeling alive –all that and more. Two rosebuds at least.
A bonus of distance cycling is that you can eat as much as you want, in fact you have to, to keep your energy up. So slap-up breakfasts, mid-morning stops for double ice-creams and hot chocolate. More rosebuds. Calories, who’s counting?
At the half way point, the entire family turned out to greet us. An evening with all my children and grandchildren, together in the same place. A whole heap of rosebuds there.