Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life. – Hal Borland
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. – Hal Borland
You cant be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. – Hal Borland
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees. – Hal Borland
The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn. I started going for long lone country walks among the spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end, giving myself up to the earth-scents and the sky-winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul. – Monica Baldwin, I Leap Over the Wall: Contrasts and Impressions After Twenty-Eig