Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.

There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.

If the voice of the brook was not the first song of celebration, it must have been at least an obbligato for that event.

He who travels west travels not only with the sun but with history.

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.