So quiet and subtle is the beauty of December that escapes the notice of many people their whole lives through. Colour gives way to form: every branch distinct, in a delicate tracery against the sky. New vistas, obscured all Summer by leafage, now open up.
Flora ThompsonSome great poet or philosopher once said that " he who goes to nature for comfort must go to her empty handed " , and I think he was right.
Flora Thompson