As I began doubting the perennial rhythm of the seasons this year, I couldn’t help rerunning the many colloquial sayings I heard as a child. It’s funny how forgotten words of “by-golly” good wisdom resurfaces whenever you’re in doubt. (Sort a like an emotional safety net I guess.)
And the reminders frequently came in the form of sayings like: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait, Hope Springs Eternal and The Best Things in Life are Free.
In addition, I had no idea what Hope Springs Eternal meant and, quite honestly, the neighborhood kids I hung with already suspected that the best things in life weren’t really free. (How totally clueless adults were and how obvious they knew nothing about life and even less about childhood!)
Throughout the days, months, years and decades since childhood, I’ve learned that good things do indeed come to those who wait, and there is no better place to enjoy the rewards of waiting than in Bexley's Jeffrey Woods.
(PS: Just like the extinct dinosaurs of my childhood, I now sometimes find myself sharing age-old words of wisdom with children and love watching their crinkled-up faces and "what-the-heck" expressions.)
those quiet, "Good Things Come To Those Who Wait" moments.