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Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready read more
Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, read more
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines.
Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that read more
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
raspberry drupelets cluster around a cavern of emptiness
(paraphrased from her talk on C Span's Book TV).
raspberry drupelets cluster around a cavern of emptiness
(paraphrased from her talk on C Span's Book TV).
I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no read more
I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
