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Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
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I am not one of those who neglect the reigning power to bow to the rising sun.
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How gorgeous is this! Rustic, open, light an airy, and yet warm and cosy. Stunning!!
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The hardest thing in life to learn is which bridge to cross and which to burn.
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The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
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Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
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another take on Winter Wonderland: Christmas week in Vail mountain resort, Colorado.
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The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There are no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing, and one thing only.
~Joseph Wood Krutch~
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Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep
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He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter…In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
~John Burroughs “The Snow-Walkers~
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Wilderness: a beautiful word to describe a beautiful land. Wilderness though is a white man’s concept. To the Native people, the land was not wild. It was home. It provided shelter, clothed and fed them. And echoing through their souls was a song of the land. The singing isn’t as loud as it used to be. But you can still hear it in the wind….in the silence of the misty morning….in the drip of the water from the tip of a paddle. The song is still here if you know how to listen.
~Bill Mason, Song Of the Paddle~
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Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
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Mountains are not Stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.
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