Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.
Talk is cheap, let's go play.
Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.
I love going on location, and the location was nice.
No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.
I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.
Isn't it fun to go out on the course and lie in the sun?
I don't mind walking. I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much--so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole.
Grab your coat, and get your hat Leave your worry on the doorstep Just direct your feet To the sunny side of the street.
I'm not opposed to a fancy meal, but I'll take a picnic any day... food and nature? Sign me up.
