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

The earth turns, and the seasons, and for all his pride and power man cannot temper the winds or change their course. They are the unseen tides that ….

The owl, that bird of onomatopoetic name, is a repetitious question wrapped in feathery insulation especially for Winter delivery..

Man is not an aquatic animal, but from the time we stand in youthful wonder beside a Spring brook till we sit in old age and watch the endless roll o….

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

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

The most unhappy thing about conservation is that it is never permanent. Save a priceless woodland or an irreplaceable mountain today, and tomorrow i….

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it..

For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about Octobe….

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart..

There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both..

The earth's distances invite the eye. And as the eye reaches, so must the mind stretch to meet these new horizons. I challenge anyone to stand with a….

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, thrivi….

When we talk of flood control, we usually think of dams and deeper river channels, to impound the waters or hurry their run-off. Yet neither is the u….

Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stan….

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 sh….

To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will ….

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

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

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellat….

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