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

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

Time after time ... today's crisis shrinks to next week's footnote to a newly headline disaster.

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

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

All man has to do is cooperate with the big forces, the sun, the rain, the growing urge. Seeds sprout, stems grow, leaves spread in the sunlight. Man plants, weeds, cultivates and harvests. It sounds simple, and it is simple, with the simplicity of great truths.

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