Where Did the Time Go? Happy New Year 2023! #time #newyear

Image of a clock welcoming in the New Year.

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Where did the time go? How did it get to be Wednesday morning already? I apologize for missing my usual blog posting time on Tuesday evening. I have been creating my Winter edition of the Rose Courier this week and should have been focusing on my blog post. 

Odd that my topic for this second week in the new year is about "time" and I lost track of time!

January 1 is a wake-up call for me. Another year gone so quickly. Now a new beginning. I wish I could capture time and say, wait a minute, I want to enjoy more time with my children growing up or I want to enjoy this wonderful day with my grandkids longer than this. But that is impossible. We all get 24 hours and that's it!

I think that's why we are so obsessed with time. We are helpless to change the rules of time. Look at these phrases or cliches we use all the time. Note--there's one at the beginning of my post! LOL

• Time is of the essence.
• Time of my life
• Time in a bottle
• Time is money
• Time and tide wait for no man--Tip of the hat to Mr. Chaucer for this. According to dictionary.com, "this proverbial phrase, alluding to the fact that human events or concerns cannot stop the passage of time or the movement of the tides, first appeared about 1395 in Chaucer's Prologue to the Clerk's Tale."

These are just a sampling of phrases and quotes about time. Please leave one for us below in the comment or just say hello. Thank you.

I discovered this poem written to Father Time by Lucy Larcom. There are only twelve months in a year and we need to appreciate and celebrate each one.

I wish you joy in 2023 with celebrations aplenty!

Happy New Year 2023!

“In Time’s Swing” by Lucy Larcom

A girl swinging
Image by Anja from Pixabay 

Father Time, your footsteps go

Lightly as the falling snow.

In your swing I’m sitting, see!

Push me softly; one, two; three,

Twelve times only. Like a sheet,

Spread the snow beneath my feet.

Singing merrily, let me swing

Out of winter into spring.

Swing me out, and swing me in!

Trees are bare, but birds begin

Twittering to the peeping leaves,

On the bough beneath the eaves.

Wait,—one lilac bud I saw.

Icy hillsides feel the thaw.

April chased off March to-day;

Now I catch a glimpse of May.

Oh, the smell of sprouting grass!

In a blur the violets pass.

Whispering from the wildwood come

Mayflower’s breath and insect’s hum.

Roses carpeting the ground;

Thrushes, orioles, warbling sound:—

Swing me low, and swing me high,

To the warm clouds of July.

Slower now, for at my side

White pond lilies open wide.

Underneath the pine’s tall spire

Cardinal blossoms burn like fire.

They are gone; the golden-rod

Flashes from the dark green sod.

Crickets in the grass I hear;

Asters light the fading year.

Slower still! October weaves

Rainbows of the forest leaves.

Gentians fringed, like eyes of blue,

Glimmer out of sleety dew.

Meadow green I sadly miss:

Winds through withered sedges hiss.

Oh, ‘t is snowing, swing me fast,

While December shivers past!

Frosty-bearded Father Time,

Stop your footfall on the rime!

Hard you push, your hand is rough;

You have swung me long enough.

“Nay, no stopping,” say you? Well,

Some of your best stories tell,

While you swing me—gently, do!—

From the Old Year to the New.

Thank you to mindessential.net for this poem and more poems on Time 

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