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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

Ralph Waldo Emerson


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hiding the wrinkle

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship.

When I go into the garden with a spade, and dig a bed, I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.

The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some 20 or 30 farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.

Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning, and under every deep a lower deep opens.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.

Everything in nature contains all the power of nature. Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

Presently we pass to some other object which rounds itself into a whole as did the first; for example, a well-laid garden; and nothing seems worth doing but the laying-out of gardens.

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This is my first entry on a blog to record  quotes and passages from lovers of Nature.  I have just started reading John Burroughs and felt inspired to have a place to save the quotes after reading two pages of his first book Wake Robin.  I plan on doing a study of the great American Naturalists, for years my favorite poet has been Walt Whitman and often re-read his great poem; The Song Of The Rolling Earth which i shall soon add to this blog.  There are others that i have  read such as John Muir, Wendall Berry, and Mary Oliver that i will include on this new blogging adventure.

This is from Wikipedia:

John Burroughs (April 3, 1837 – March 29, 1921) was an American naturalist and essayist important in the evolution of the U.S. conservation movement. According to biographers at the American Memory project at the Library of Congress, John Burroughs was the most important practitioner after Thoreau of that especially American literary genre, the nature essay. By the turn of the century he had become a virtual cultural institution in his own right: the Grand Old Man of Nature at a time when the American romance with the idea of nature, and the American conservation movement, had come fully into their own. His extraordinary popularity and popular visibility were sustained by a prolific stream of essay collections, beginning with Wake-Robin in 1871.

In the words of his biographer Edward Renehan, Burroughs’ special identity was less that of a scientific naturalist than that of “a literary naturalist with a duty to record his own unique perceptions of the natural world.” The result was a body of work whose perfect resonance with the tone of its cultural moment perhaps explains both its enormous popularity at that time, and its relative obscurity since.

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