No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – 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
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – 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
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of completion; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with Autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the substance of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon? – 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