“...the woods, when they give at all, give unstintedly, and hold nothing back from their true worshippers. We must go to them lovingly, humbly, patiently, watchfully, and we shall learn what poignant loveliness lurks in the wild places and silent intervales, lying under starshine and sunset, what cadences of unearthly music are harped on aged pine boughs or crooned in copses of fir, what delicate savours exhale from mosses and ferns in sunny corners or on damp brooklands, what dreams and myths and legends of an older time haunt them. Then the immortal heart of the woods will beat against ours and its subtle life will steal into our veins and make us its own forever, so that no matter where we go or how widely we wander we shall yet be drawn back to the forest to find our most enduring kinship.”
"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life."
“Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"...
"It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Or in this case - the snow falling on the pear blossoms!
This was from our snow yesterday. We got about an inch and it was one of those that stuck to the trees well, but not so much to the roads. The best kind!
"The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs."
~ Wally Lamb
On our Easter Sunday Walk we visited the Whitt-Riverbend Park in Ripplemead, Virginia (near Pearisburg) As we walked along trail that leads you right along the New River I spotted these beautiful Virginia Bluebells. This is the first time in my life I had seen Bluebells in "the wild". Normally I had found them in cultivated gardens. I was thrilled! As you can see they were not in full bloom and I'm not sure if I will be able to get back by the time they are - but they certainly were a JOY to see!
“We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.”
― Ray Bradbury
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