No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – Hal Borland
There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things. – Hal Borland
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – Hal Borland
There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things. – Hal Borland
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. – 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