April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

There are some things, but not too many, toward which the countryman knows he must be properly respectful if he would avoid pain, sickness and injury. Nature is neither punitive nor solicitous, but she has thorns and fangs as wells as bowers and grassy banks.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things.

Weekend planning is a prime time to apply the Deathbed Priority Test: On your deathbed, will you wish you'd spent more prime weekend hours grocery shopping or walking in the woods with your kids?

Consider the wheelbarrow. It may lack the grace of an airplane, the speed of an automobile, the initial capacity of a freight car, but its humble wheel marked out the path of what civilization we still have.

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