However mean your life is，meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The faultfinder will find faults in paradise.Love your life，poor as it is.You may perhaps have some pleasant，thrilling，glorious hourss，even in a poor-house. gucci purse he setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there，and have as cheering thoughts，as in a palace.The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of

any.May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like a garden herb，like A woman's heart broke age.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things，whether clothes or friends，Turn the old，return to them.Things do not change;we change.Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. When the harvest moon rises on October 31, little hobgoblins, spooky ghosts, ghoulish witches and gremlins - their young faces hidden behind grotesque masks - will

go forth to frighten friends and neighbors and to threaten them with "Trick or Treat ". Halloween (AII Hallows Eve) as the name implies, is a nighttime holiday, the one night in the year when the child's world turns to pure fantasy. Children take all the lead parts while parents and other adults play the WeiYang mood upporting roles. Encouraged by teachers and merchants and the remembrance of the good time they had the earlier year, children (from 3 to 11 years old) start preparing their costumes and Halloween decorations weeks ahead. Although parents help the children very much prepare the costumes, on Halloween they must pretend to be frightened by the masked visions that suddenly appear. There will be little witches in long black dresses

with tall-pointed hats and magic broomsticks to carry them over the rooftops - to a neighbor's house in the next block. Ghosts in sheets run with tell-tale sneakers and half socks showing; and terrible pirates with skull and cross-bones painted on their three-cornered hats. Some carry jack-o'-lanterns Beloved flowers bloom saw ut all carry bags or UNICEF boxes marked "Trick or Treat", which fill up very fastTeenagers have their fun playing tricks that sometimes get rather rough. They throw eggs or tomatoes at passing motorists , mark up windows and windshields with hard-to-erase candle wax, roll pumpkins down long hills, carry away porch furniture and garbage can covers, engrave

graffiti on fences, or do whatever bad things occur to them as they go around looking for ways to "let off steam". Police officers are alert but they only arrest those caught doing real damage. In most communities there are school dances or block parties to help redirect the energies of the youthful pranksters. Louis vuitton replica usiness firms offer prizes for the best costumes and recreation directors help plan the party, but the young people themselves take charge of the entertainment and the decorations - a necessary part of Halloween. Dried

corn stalks, pumpkin faces, and piles of apples create the harvest atmosphere; and cutouts of witches on their brooms, goblins, ghosts and black cats symbolize the witchcraft aspect of the holiday. The freshments - apple cider, popcorn and pumpkin pie, and witches made of spicy ginger cookies - also carry out both themes. There is an occasional adult Halloween Dance in a bright orange louis bag nd black setting, with paper-made black cats, witches and grinning skeletons floating above the dance floor. But Halloween has become mainly a young people's holiday - and the younger the child the more exciting he finds it.

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cream, stray cats and turtles--to dislodge me from my studies, but nothing ever worked. Later, in college, the pattern continued. The library and my college dorm replaced the unused kitchen at home. When spring came along friends would stop by my dorm or peer into my library cubicle to persuade me to play Frisbee on the lawn outside the main building. " No," I would almost always say. " I have louis bags oo much to do." My college study days are gone, but not my need and love for schedules. They keep me focused. Justify my time. My friends and sisters try to pry me away from my plans in much the same way that my mom tried to coax me out of the kitchen, but they're hardly ever successful. This summer, though, while housesitting for my parents, I was

persuaded to change my plans in the most unexpected way. The sight of tomatoes growing in my mother's garden lured me out of my tightly scheduled world. They drew me with the power of a lover's gaze.Hundreds of them were turning ripe and red by the minute. Large beefsteak tomatoes--some doubled but not yet divided--hung heavily or dropped from their vines.Plum louis handbags omatoes--half－green,half－red--and cherry tomatoes, too many to count,decorated the garden like ornaments on a Christmas tree.They begged for attention. " If I have time,I'll make tomato sauce." I told myself.But my long week in the house by myself was already filled with things to do: writing,building my

photography portfolio,and finishing a project that I brought home from the office. Making tomato sauce was humdrum domestic work that did not contribute to my goals and ,more important, wasn't scheduled.But there they hung from their vines,dropping to the ground with muted thumps, beckoning me. I picked them and placed them in baskets. I arranged them, adding string beans,peas,and onions that I pulled from the garden.I put them in the green house so that the light could hit it just internally ight. I ate them for lunch and dinner. I gave them to friends. But they continued to fall to the ground in even－greater numbers. " If I have time, I'll make sauce," I told myself one more time. And again I mentally argued about all the things I had planned and needed to do.Finally, I gave in. I picked up the recipe that I had scribbled .(gxl)