Vincent spent most of the day shoveling loam and seeding.He felt the warm sun as he shoveled and became aware of the changing season. He thought of the Byrds' song. The vistas grew greener, the windbreakers came off by mid-morning and a spring softness enveloped the course. The air was sweet, smiles abounded and the shoveling awoke Vincent's muscles from their off-season slumber. Everything felt just right.
Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There Is a Season)
Words adapted from The Bible, Book of Ecclesiastes
Music-Pete Seeger
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heavent
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
