"Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness lady were no crime." Written by Andrew Marvell who lived from 1621-1678 ("To His Coy Mistress").
At dawn I was sitting on the porch knitting and enjoying the coolness. I was just about to take a picture of a crow sitting on the wire in front of me when it flew off. I've been thinking a lot today about the preoccupation that humanity has with time.
This would be time that I've held in my hands. Time captured.
Thinking of the time that it takes for something to grow, to come to fruition. Picked a large basket of apples today.
"The golden apples of the sun." W.B. Yeats (The Song of the Wandering Aengus)