To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.
Hal BorlandNature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.
Hal BorlandThe ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls faith rather than reason.
Hal BorlandGreen, the color of growth, or surgent life, enwraps the land. New green, still as individual as the plants themselves. Cool green, which will merge as the weeks pass, the Summer comes, into a canopy of shade of busy chlorophyll.
Hal BorlandEach new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.
Hal BorlandThere are no idealists in the plant world and no compassion. The rose and the morning glory know no mercy. Bindweed, the morning glory, will quickly choke its competitors to death, and the fencerow rose will just as quietly crowd out any other plant that tried to share its roothold. Idealism and mercy are human terms and human concepts.
Hal Borland