“ A small cabin stands in the Glacier Peak Wilderness, about a hundred yards off a trail that crosses the Cascade Range. In midsummer, the cabin looked strange in the forest. It was only twelve feet squ… John McPhee
“ Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there. Francis Thompson
“ The wind whirls and whistles and strip pink blooms from the mimosas, scatters twigs, broken limbs, pine needles and pine cones across our yard, and robs the pecan trees of a thousand leaves. The storm… Brenda Sutton Rose
“ On the first day of November last year, sacred to many religious calendars but especially the Celtic, I went for a walk among bare oaks and birch. Nothing much was going on. Scarlet sumac had passed a… Mary Rose O'Reilley
“ I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter… Annie Dillard
“ A year indoors is a journey along a paper calendar; a year in outer nature is the accomplishment of a tremendous ritual. To share in it, one must have a knowledge of the pilgrimages of the sun, and so… Henry Beston
“ A hothouse flower trained to bloom out of season and in the wrong climate. I do not belong. Karen Levy
“ As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night. Daniel J. Rice
