A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination

A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

Consider the wheelbarrow. It may lack the grace of an airplane, the speed of an automobile, the initial capacity of a freight car, but its humble wheel marked out the path of what civilization we still have.

Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning, but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.