A fixer-upper

“Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore, Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter’d, solitary scene; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join To cheer the gloom.”  – … Continue reading

Treasures in the woods

“Nature will be reported. All things are engaged in writing their history. The planet, the pebble, goes attended by its shadow. The rolling rock leaves its scratches on the mountain; the river, its channel in the soil; the animal, its bones in the stratum; the fern and leaf their modest epitaph in the coal.” Ralph … Continue reading

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    - Emily Dickinson



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