Jacksonville State University - Mimosa Yearbook (Jacksonville, AL)

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caressing the earth with gentle showers . . . awakening it from its long slumber . . . Time is the gentleness of spring slowly changing to the bold, bright days of summer. . . colorful days with hollyhocks, snapdragons, daylilies, and sunflowers blooming abundantly; days rich with the sights and sounds of bees, butterflies, and crickets . . . Time is summer maturing into fall . . . ripening fruit, yielding fields, leaves turning; burgundy, yellow, orange, bronze, blending with marigolds, chrysanthemums, and goldenrods, creating a potpourri of colors that warms the chill of the crisp autumn air. . J time . . . more than numbers on a clock . . . 3

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Time is winter with cold biting winds and chilling rains . . . trees, leafless and stark against gray skies. Snow, silent snow . . . gently wrapping each hedge and bush with a fragile shawl of white . . . spreading its magic carpet far and near, making the world clean for a brief moment ... and sleeping beneath the snow are seeds for another spring . . . Time is mountains and valleys, rocks and winding streams; it is waterfalls and towering trees. Time is the crumbling masonry of antiquated buildings and monuments; the silver-gray clapboard of old barns and deserted houses; it is narrow dirt paths packed to a hard smoothness by cattle hoofs and barefoot children. Time is rusting strands of barbed wire clinging tenaciously to half-rotted posts; a lone chimney standing tall and silent in a field of Queen Anne's lace and honeysuckle, keeping its lonely vigil over gulley washed soil, long deserted by mule and plow Time is the faded inscriptions on ancient tombstones . . . time is ending and beginning . . . 5