"One morning the whole world was delicately silvered. Every blade of grass was silvery and the path had a thin sheen. It was hot like fire under Laura’s bare feet, and they left dark footprints in it. The air was cold in her nose and her breath steamed. So did Spot’s. When the sun came up, the whole prairie sparkled. Millions of tiny, tiny, sparks of color blazed on the grasses."
On the Banks of Plum Creek, Laura Ingalls Wilder, 1937.
(Photo taken at sunrise on Wind Rock - near Blacksburg, Virginia)
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” ― Rachel Carson
"...from November to March the winter winds are harsh on the fields and the marsh they're covered up with snow when you trudge to the shed you have to scratch your head because the dad-blamed pile's getting low on
wood (hardwood) firewood (dry wood) there's not a stove in the world that's going to do you any good with out wood (stovewood) we could (you should) be out cutting more wood..."