Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.

He who walks may see and understand. You can study all America from one hilltop, if your eyes are open and your mind is willing to reach. But first you must walk to that hill.

Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.

There is a leisure about walking, no matter what pace you set, that lets down the tension.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

For the Fall of the year is more than three months bounded by an equinox and a solstice. It is a summing up without the finality of year's end.

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.