Once I spoke the language of the flowers ( Read more... )

I went hiking today, though I hesitate to call it that. I like what John Muir has to say about hiking: “Hiking - I don't like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains - not hike! Do you know the origin of that word 'saunter?' It's a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the ( Read more... )

In the same vein as my last entry, I was surprised by something my friend said to me the other day. I was lying on the grass because it was so nice out and I felt like I couldn't stand to be locked up indoors, and I started talking to her about how beautiful it was out there, and why was it that no one else stopped and appreciated it? Even the ( Read more... )