What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!
Helen KellerIf we believe that the sun and moon hang in the sky for our delight, there will be joy upon the hills and gladness in the fields.
Helen Keller