Time waits for no man, woman or child. It's both a curse and a pleasure rolled into one. In our youth, it's marked by go, go, go. Everything couldn't happen fast enough, turning to a teen, 18 and off to college, the age of 21, then 25 a quarter of 100. Now, I say, "Life, could you please slow down a bit? I'm not ready to grow old. I have too much livin' to do." Ever watch grass grow? It's a pretty imperceptible process, but each May and June I'm still mowing the yard once or even twice a week. When does it do all that growin'? At night? Same goes for this sundial. Watch the sun creep across this marked blade. It moves at the same snail-paced speed, but before we know it, the day is done. So let's all try to enjoy today... it ain't comin' back soon.
Trivia note: Back in the summer of '74, my pal Fillinger and I, constructed the base for this sundial at Evergreen Cemetery.