Showing posts with label peace and quiet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace and quiet. Show all posts
Sunday, July 12, 2026
Friday, June 5, 2026
Friday, February 27, 2026
The hidden trail in February
It's been a very cold winter and it looks like it will continue being very cold until the end of March. Here are photographs from a walk on February 17, on the hidden trail; this winter, beginning in early November, has not been a time for any really pleasant walks. But we're Canadians, we endure. And we wait for spring.
Wednesday, December 24, 2025
Christmas Eve, 2025
Arriving home Christmas Eve. It was dark and cold and snowing. Even in winter the garden is a place of life, seeing a rabbit digging in the snow and eating some grass. The garden is an invitation to birds, insects, and urban wildlife.
Wednesday, November 26, 2025
Friday, October 3, 2025
Friday, September 26, 2025
Henry David Thoreau on gardens and nature
| The Hidden Trail, 2022 |
| Photographs of the Hidden Trail |
And then for my afternoon walks I have a garden, larger than any artificial garden that I have read of and far more attractive to me, -- mile after mile of embowered walks, such as no nobleman's grounds can boast, with animals running free and wild therein as from the first, -- varied with land and water prospect, and, above all, so retired that it is extremely rare that I meet a single wanderer in its mazes. No gardener is seen therein, no gates...You may wander away to solitary bowers and brooks and hills.
—Henry David Thoreau, "Journal", 20 June 1850.
I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.
—Henry David Thoreau, "Journal", 22 June 1853
A man is not to be measured by the virtue of his described actions or the wisdom of his expressed thoughts merely, but by that free character he is, and is felt to be, under all circumstances.
— Henry David Thoreau, "Sir Walter Raleigh"
Saturday, August 9, 2025
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