Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.
Gene Stratton-Porterthe occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.
Gene Stratton-PorterThe Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.
Gene Stratton-PorterOne feature about Los Angeles that I particularly love is the chance for association with all kinds of creative artists, a thing I never before have had. I certainly do love a number of the writers, the painters, the musicians, and the sculptors that I meet here. ... Next to the sunshine, I appreciate it the most of anything in California.
Gene Stratton-Porter