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.

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

If the voice of the brook was not the first song of celebration, it must have been at least an obbligato for that event.

All walking is discovery. On foot we take the time to see things whole.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.

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?