Oft when the white still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

I get up and I bless the light thin clouds and the first twittering of birds and the breathing air and smiling face of the hills.

The tulip is among flowers what the peacock is among birds. A tulip lacks scent a peacock has an unpleasant voice. The one takes pride in its garb the other in its tail.

Is heaven more beautiful than the country of the muskox in summer when sometimes the mist blows over the lakes and sometimes the water is blue and the loons cry very often?

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless peacocks and lilies for instance.

The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the...

Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable... the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street... by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

Grandma Hutto's flower garden was a bright patchwork quilt thrown down inside the pickets.

Maybe nature is like you and me. It works like all of us. If the weather changes all the time, then it must be on duty. On this cold day winter has started its shift therefore let us leave it to do...

Pescatore marveled at the seascape. It gave him vertigo. The wind deployed cloud formations. The sun seared the Moroccan coastline. He had read a line once about "the lion-colored hills of Africa."...

The land is always there... it is you who has to return

The waves lie on the beach

That's the moon,' I said. 'Gran likes it like that,' said Lettie Hempstock. 'But it was a crescent moon yesterday. And now it's full. And it was raining. It is raining. But now it's not.' 'Gran likes...

Let us freely walk in the countryside, like a horse peacefully walking towards sunset without any particular purpose!

In the distance, mongrel dogs were howling out the coyote portion of their ancestry. All the sounds of the night seemed to pass through a hollow tunnel of indefinite length.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

Oh, listen. Listen!' A sound like a big crowd a good way off, excited and shouting, getting closer. We stand up and scan the empty sky. Suddenly there they are {the geese}, a wavering V headed...

THERE IT IS,' my mother says, and what she means is that the dot we've been nearing for weeks, the one that's been growing into a larger dot with two smaller dots circling it, has now become even...

Walking in the mountain barefoot, teasing the flowers with heavy soot, touching the grasses, climbing the horses, swinging the girls. It is joyful, jolly like the flying. Swimming in the rivers,...

Whenever you enjoy the bounties of nature like the sunrise or a blooming flower you are connecting yourself with the pure potentiality.

Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I...

O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine! To fold a world in the embrace of God!

MYSTERIES, YES Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while...

Grandpa would go for strolls alone through the pastures where meadowlarks and grasshoppers flew like broken-winged birds, where rabbits constructed their havens, and where thick-coated coyotes and...

Do you not hear the loud gallop of the Storm-riders and the thunderous battle horn from their Heralds, coming from the high seas? Night falls, and so will you.

I feel at ease and, in an indefinable way, at home, when dolphins are around. I now know when they are nearby before they appear. I dream after they leave.

Dan smiled at me with lips still moist from mine. I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant...

When I lie back and close my eyes, this farthest lip of beach right next to the end of the ocean feels like being up close to an enormous breathing being, the bass drum surf thump reverberating...

She herself, as she had said, was oddly enjoying the snowy night. She had seldom had reason to be abroad in such weather at night, and she had forgotten, or never noticed, how clear the sky was or how...