Showing posts with label Mother Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother Nature. Show all posts

Friday, May 3, 2024

NATURE IS….



“Nature is a wise mother.”

~Frederick William Robinson~

Under the Spell, 1870


I had a lot of fun putting together Mother Nature pictures. Here are a few of them in various applications. It was hard choosing so there are several but not all.  


I have also included several nature quotes and when I can find it, links or information about the authors. If there is none I was unsuccessful but if you my blogging friends succeed, please pass it on. I will be delighted for the help. 


“I may never traverse the halls of art, yet the dawning day is mine, and the fading twilight, and the lake at Eve, and the galaxy of the midnight sky…I may never place in a Dresden vase one single hothouse flower, but I may lave me in a field of yellow buttercups.”

~Muriel Strode (1875 - 1964), My Little Book of Prayer, 1904~

Muriel Strode (1875 - 1964) was a writer and poet, known in her heyday as “the female Walt Whitman.”  Sadly much account of her has disappeared from history, except her famous 1903 words, “I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail!” which has been widely misattributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson. Her book, “At the Roots of Grasses,” from which this poem is taken, was described as “the very rhapsody of an American soul pouring itself forth in songs of the strong.”  This paragraph came from The Outside Institute. I will try to find the link later.


“O, money can’t buy the delights of the glen,
Nor poetry sing all its charms:
There’s a solace and calm ne’er described by the pen
When were folded within Nature’s arms.”

~James Rigg, “Nutting Time,” Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897.


“There’s sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me, 
I’m fellow to the trees.”

~Robert W. Service (1874 - 1958)~
“A Rolling Stone,” 1912


“I am grateful for everything that is green.”


“I had an early run in the woods before the dew was off the grass. The moss was like velvet, and as I ran under the arches of yellow and red leaves I sang for joy, my heart was so bright and the world so beautiful.”



“Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.”



The last one is like the first but with a few changes. 


Thank you for stopping by.
Happy Friday everyone, and enjoy your weekend.