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John Burroughs Quote

A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.

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A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.

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About John Burroughs

John Burroughs (April 3, 1837 – March 29, 1921) was an American naturalist and nature essayist, active in the conservation movement in the United States. The first of his essay collections was Wake-Robin in 1871.
In the words of his biographer Edward Renehan, Burroughs' special identity was less that of a scientific naturalist than that of "a literary naturalist with a duty to record his own unique perceptions of the natural world." The result was a body of work whose resonance with the tone of its cultural moment explains both its popularity at that time, and its relative obscurity since.