People talk about the autumn and winter years of life as if spring were but a distant memory. This belies the flush of hope that surges through the oldest veins when crocuses first blossom. And it negates the sense of completeness even the youngest farmer feels at harvest time.
Each year's cycle is a condensed version of a lifespan. One year lived fully can survive eternity.
Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1996. All Rights Reserved.