A beaver does not, as legend would have it, know which direction the tree will fall when he cuts it, but counts on alacrity to make up for lack of en…

- Ann Zwinger

Flies are the price we pay for summer.

- Ann Zwinger

There will always be something new to discover: a minute moss never found before, a rabbit eating birdseed with the bores on a hungry November day, a…

- Ann Zwinger

I have walked this south stream when to believe in spring was an act of faith. It was spitting snow and blowing, and within two days of being May .…

- Ann Zwinger

The life of the wood, meadow, and lake go on without us. Flowers bloom, set seed and die back; squirrels hide nuts in the fall and scold all year lon…

- Ann Zwinger

Dryness promotes the formation of flower buds...flowering is, after all, not an aesthetic contribution, but a survival mechanism.

- Ann Zwinger

When there is a river in your growing up, you probably always hear it

- Ann Zwinger