You'd go to the ends of the earth, of course.
And what would you find? Gold? Diamonds? The Crown Jewels which Bad King John lost in the Wash?
(I spent ages - years - wondering how anyone can lose his crown in the wash. It turned out in the end that the Wash in question was the large area of marshland in Eastern England rather than the mediaeval equivalent of a tumble drier. I don't think I've ever quite got over the disappointment.)
The obvious thing to do now is to write something about the nature of treasure, and give you one or two entertaining and thought-provoking examples.
Photo: Joi Ito.
But, actually, as the sun is shining and the air is full of birdsong that needs listening to, I'm going to go out and leave it to you to discover your treasure for yourselves.
Good hunting!
Spot the frippet: treasure. This word comes from the Old French tresor, from the Latin thē
Ah! What a delightful post! Again!
ReplyDeleteWe had one of those beautiful sunny, bird-chirping days here today, and though I never came out of it rolling in the dough, I sure did find some wonderful little treasures!
May we all have many such days!
Cheers!
Thanks so much, Jingles, I'm thrilled skinny.
DeleteSo...rolling in the dough is nothing to do with pastry, then...
The other day, my five-year-old daughter asked me if treasure is real, and it was a treasure to see the excitement in her eyes when I told her that yes, indeed, treasure is real.
ReplyDeleteAh. A man on the brink of the take-a-spade-everywhere phase of parenting.
DeleteGood luck with all the rainbow chasing!