Written on October 18, 2010 at 1:20 pm , by Eric Liskey
Just for fun, here’s one of my favorite pieces of prose. It’s John Muir, reflecting on trees, in Our National Parks.
“…to learn how they live and behave in pure wildness, to see them in their varying aspects through the seasons and weather, rejoicing in the great storms, in the spiritual mountain light, putting forth their new leaves and flowers when all the streams are in flood and the birds are singing, and sending away their seeds in the thoughtful Indian summer when all the landscape is glowing in deep calm enthusiasm—for this you must love them and live with them, as free from schemes and cares and time as the trees themselves.”
The man knew how to write.