Here and there one sees the blush of wild rose haws or the warmth of orange fruit on the bittersweet, and back in the woods is the occasional twinkle….

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….

For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the den….

Nothing in nature is as simple as it sometimes seems when reduced to words..

Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves.... The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branc….

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

For the Fall of the year is more than three months bounded by an equinox and a solstice. It is a summing up without the finality of year's end..

Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January..

Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us..

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn..

Time has its own dimensions, and neither the sun nor the clock can encompass them all..

If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees..

April is a promise that May is bound to keep..

There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things..

The ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the ….

To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home..

A root, a stem, a leaf, some means of capturing sunlight and air and making food - in sum, a plant. The green substance of this earth, the chlorophyl….

Listen to it, and you are hearing the mighty currents of the air rushing down the latitudes of the earth, currents from the Mackenzie and the Athabas….

He who travels west travels not only with the sun but with history..

March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice..

Consider the wheelbarrow. It may lack the grace of an airplane, the speed of an automobile, the initial capacity of a freight car, but its humble whe….