March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.

Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves.... The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

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

Nothing in nature is as simple as it sometimes seems when reduced to words.

Man is wise and constantly in quest of more wisdom; but the ultimate wisdom, which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed.

A root, a stem, a leaf, some means of capturing sunlight and air and making food - in sum, a plant. The green substance of this earth, the chlorophyll, is all summed up in the plants. Without them we perish, all of us who are flesh and blood.