" There is a beautiful spirit breathing now its mellow richness on the clustered trees. And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, pouring...

" August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year. It yawns and lingers on with the light in...

" I often think that all of those vast desires for purer joys, that thrill the human heart, vague yearnings such as solitude inspires,...

" I have found myself thinking of summer fields. Fields full of flowers - poppies or lupines. Or, here, fields where the roses hook into...

" In this spacious, suspended place of quiet, we are recalled to our true selves, summoned to examine and honor this eternal impulse...

" To feel the leaping heart of joy in the presence of greenness... It's entirely possible to exult in birdsong and miniature flowers...