The Morning Mist

“These are islands in time — with nothing to date them on the calendar of mankind. In these areas it is as though a person were looking backward into the ages and forward untold years. Here are bits of eternity, which have a preciousness beyond all accounting.” -Harvey Broome Also, another reminder that I launched … Continue reading The Morning Mist

Petal, Feather, Stone.

To everyone who follows this blog! I just wanted to let you know I have just launched a facebook page for this blog! It would be fantastic if you would “like” it. The link is facebook.com/whentimbermakesonestill, or there is a button on the bottom of the page where you can “like” the page without leaving the … Continue reading Petal, Feather, Stone.

Lightning

“Slowly at last the heavy clouds, charged with the welcome water, roll up from seaward; the air grows sultry and still; the creatures of the grove and jungle keep their coverts, as if expectant, like the surface of the soil; there is a hush over all things, as though nature herself were faint; till presently … Continue reading Lightning

Come!

“Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to … Continue reading Come!