
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings, Natures peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drip off like autumn leaves. As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but nature's sources never fail.Posted by fred1st at October 17, 2002 07:02 AMJohn Muir
You're trying to make me fly east, aren't you? C'mon! I'm already missing being there...are you trying to make me cry? I mean, more than I already am?
Posted by: Da Goddess at October 17, 2002 09:37 PM
what a gorgeous picture... and a lovely quote to go with. (is that a regionalism, go with?)
Posted by: beth at October 18, 2002 10:22 AM