Strip the hills, drain the boglands, and you create flood conditions inevitably. Yet that is what we have been doing for years.

A frontier is never a place; it is a time and a way of life.

The longer I live and the more I read, the more certain I become that the real poems about spring aren't written on paper. They are written in the back pasture and the near meadow, and they are issued in a new revised edition every April.

All our yesterdays are summarized in our now, and all the tomorrows are ours to shape.

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

Any river is really the summation of a whole valley. It shapes not only the land but the life and even the culture of that valley. To think of any river as nothing but water is to ignore the greater part of it.

You fight dandelions all weekend, and late Monday afternoon there they are, pert as all get out, in full and gorgeous bloom, pretty as can be, thriving as only dandelions can in the face of adversity.