It is a fact, anyhow, that Tol never hurried. He was not by nature an anxious or a fearful man. But I suspect that he was unhurried also by principle. Tol loved his little farm, and he loved farming. It would have seemed to him a kind of sacrilege to rush through his work without getting the good of it. He never went to the field without the company of a hound or two. [,,,]And when Tol went to work, he would often carry his rifle. If, while he was working, [the hound] treed a squirrel or a young groundhog, then the workday would be interrupted bya little hunting, and [his wife] would have wild meat on the table the next day. That Distant Land, p. 182, italics mine.


Getting the good out of it…..savoring the moment…..that is a good quote, and a good concept to keep in mind.
That’s what I was thinking.