December 31, 2010
A new year is unfolding like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within. — Unknown
December 30, 2010
Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature’s inexorable imperative. — H.G. Wells
December 29, 2010
The goal of life is living in agreement with nature. — Zeno
December 28, 2010
Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction. — Edward O. Wilson
December 27, 2010
If it weren’t for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song. — Carl Perkins
December 26, 2010
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. — Loran Eisely
December 25, 2010 — Merry Christmas!
Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance — each beautiful, unique and too soon gone. — Deborah Whipp
December 24, 2010
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul — Alexander Pope
December 23, 2010
Man’s heart away from nature becomes hard. — Standing Bear
December 22, 2010
Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. — Rachel Carson
December 21, 2010 — First day of winter!
Of winter’s lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart. — Charles G. Stater
December 20, 2010
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. — Henry David Thoreau
December 19, 2010
Life is good only when it is magical and musical, a perfect timing and consent, and when we do not anatomise it…. You must hear the bird’s song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
December 18, 2010
Nature never breaks her own laws. — Leonardo da Vinci
December 17, 2010
Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine. — John Milton
December 16, 2010
Speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee. — The Bible
December 15, 2010
Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans. — Jacques Cousteau
December 14, 2010
We are all dependent on one another, every sould of us on earth. — George Bernard Shaw
December 13, 2010
Even if I were certain that the world would end tomorrow, I would plant a tree this very day. — Martin Luther King Jr.
December 12, 2010
I am comforted by life’s stability, by earth’s unchangeableness. What has seemed new and frightening assumes its place in the unfolding of knowledge. It is good to know our universe. What is new is only new to us. — Pearl S. Buck
December 11, 2010
I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees
as tempts me to respect a man
in exact proportion to his respect for them.
— James Russell Lowell
December 10, 2010
If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change. — Buddha
December 9, 2010
In the beauty of nature lies the spirit of hope. — Author unknown
December 8, 2010
Nature and Books belong to the eyes that see them. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
December 7, 2010
I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles. — Anne Frank
December 6, 2010
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. — William Blake
December 5, 2010
If you’re not beside a real river, close your eyes, and sit down beside an imaginary one, a river where you feel comfortable and safe. Know that the water has wisdom, in its motion through the world, as much wisdom as any of us have. Picture yourself as the water. We are liquid; we innately share water’s wisdom. — Eric Alan
December 4, 2010
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheeerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon. — John Greenleaf Whittier
December 3, 2010
Whatever befalls in accordance with Nature shall be accounted good. — Cicero
December 2, 2010
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. — James Matthew Barrie
December 1, 2010
This is what I have heard
at last the wind in December
lashing the old trees with rain
unseen rain racing along the tiles
under the moon
wind rising and falling
wind with many clouds
trees in the night wind. — W. S. Merwin
November 30, 2010
The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on. A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind. — Aldo Leopold
November 29, 2010
It is hard to hear the north wind again,
And to watch the treetops, as they sway.
They sway, deeply and loudly, in an effort,
So much less than feeling, so much less than speech,
Saying and saying, the way things say
On the level of that which is not yet knowledge:
A revelation not yet intended.
It is like a critic of God, the world
And human nature, pensively seated
On the waste throne of his own wilderness.
Deeplier, deeplier, loudlier, loudlier,
The trees are swaying, swaying, swaying.”
— Wallace Stevens, The Region November
November 28, 2010
To put your hands in a river is to feel the chords that bind the earth together. — Barry Lopez
November 27, 2010
Rain! Whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains. — Henry Ward Beecher
November 26, 2010
So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quites hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world. — John Clare
November 25, 2010
When chill November’s surly blast make fields and forest bare. — Robert Burns
November 24, 2010
Wisdom begins in wonder. — Socrates
November 23, 2010
You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she will always hurry back. — Horace
November 22, 2010
True religion is real living; living with all one’s soul, with all one’s goodness and righteousness. — Albert Einstein
November 21, 2010 — Full moon
The body is like a November birch facing the full moon
And reaching into the cold heavens.
In these trees there is no ambition, no sodden body, no leaves,
Nothing but bare trunks climbing like cold fire!
My last walk in the trees has come. At dawn
I must return to the trapped fields,
To the obedient earth.
The trees shall be reaching all the winter.
It is a joy to walk in the bare woods.
The moonlight is not broken by the heavy leaves.
The leaves are down, and touching the soaked earth,
Giving off the odors that partridges love.
— Robert Bly, Solitude Late at Night in the Woods
November 20, 2010
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
November 19, 2010
Like Confucious of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of the earth and the life upon it, that I cannot think of heaven and the angels. — Pearl S. Buck
November 18, 2010
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. — Robert Frost
November 17, 2010
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain there would be no life. — John Updike
November 16, 2010
Autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves. — Otsuyu Nakagawa
November 15, 2010
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon? — Hal Borland
November 14, 2010
Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. — Harper LeeM
November 13, 2010
The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
November 12, 2010
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. — George Santayana
November 11, 2010 Remembrance Day
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. — Helen Keller
November 10, 2010
When we heal the earth, we heal ourselves. — David Orr
November 9, 2010
There’s a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon. — Thomas Hood
November 8, 2010
All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child. — Marie Curie
November 7, 2010
Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them. — Bill Vaughan
November 6, 2010
Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan. — Robinson Jeffers
November 5, 2010
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing
With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. — William Cullen BryantG
November 4, 2010
Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf. — Albert Schweitzer
November 3, 2010
When all the trees have been cut down,
When all the animals have been hunted,
when all the waters are polluted,
when all the air is unsafe to breathe,
only then will you discover you cannot eat money. — Cree prophecy
November 2, 2010
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. — Emily Bronte
November 1, 2010
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods. — William Allingham
October 31, 2010 — Happy Halloween!
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. — Henry David Thoreau
October 30, 2010
The method of nature: who could ever analyze it? — Ralph Waldo Emerson
October 29, 2010
Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! — Humbert Wolfe
October 28, 2010
Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. — Herman Melville
October 27, 2010
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air. — Eric Sloane
October 26, 2010
Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. — Rachel Carson
October 25, 2010
Dainty milkweed babies, wrapped in cradles green,
Rocked by Mother Nature, fed by hands unseen.
Brown coats have the darlings, slips of milky white,
And wings – but that’s a secret – they’re folded out of sight.
The cradles grow so narrow, what will the babies do?
They’ll only grow the faster, and look up toward the blue.
And now they’ve found the secret, they’re flying through the air,
They’ve left the cradles empty – do milkweed babies care?
— From an early 20th-century primer; author unknown
October 24, 2010
Until mankind can extend the circle of his compassion to include all living things, he will never, himself, know peace. — Albert Schweitzer
October 23, 2010
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again. — Hal Borland
October 22, 2010
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it. — Henry David Thoreau
October 21, 2010
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. — Eleonora Duse
October 20, 2010
There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
October 19, 2010
The milkweed pods are breaking, and the bits of silken down, float off upon the autumn breeze, across the meadows brown. — Cecil Cavendish
October 18, 2010
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
October 17, 2010
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. — George Eliot
October 16, 2010
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree — Emily Bronte
October 15, 2010
All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it . . . bearing them all away to the green fields in the South. — Laura Ingalls Wilder
October 14, 2010
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and the soul. — John Muir
October 13, 2010
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. — William C. Bryant
October 12, 2010
Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving. — W.T. Purkiser
October 11, 2010 Canadian Thanksgiving
Oh the Lord is good to me
And so I thank the Lord
for Giving me the things I need
like the sun and the rain and
the Apple Seed….
Oh the Lord is good to me…. — John (Johnny Appleseed) Chapman
October 10, 2010
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
October 9, 2010
There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is. — Albert Einstein
October 8, 2010
The question is not what you look at, but what you see. — Henry David Thoreau
October 7, 2010
First it was necessary to civilize man in relation to man. Now it is necessary to civilize man in relation to nature and the animals. — Victor Hugo
October 6, 2010
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. — Rabindranath Tagore
October 5, 2010
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. — Albert Camus
October 4, 2010
The milkweed pods are breaking, and the bits of silken down, float off upon the autumn breeze, across the meadows brown. — Cecil Cavendish
October 3, 2010
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story. . .
— Mahatma Gandhi
October 2, 2010
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. — Edwin Way Teale
October 1, 2010
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold — William Cullen Bryant
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