I Still Find Each Day

Now Is The Time Of The Illuminated Woods ... When Every Leaf Glows Like A Tiny Lamp.

All Sounds Are Sharper In Winter; The Air Transmits Better. At Night I Hear More Distinctly The Steady Roar Of The North Mountain. In Summer It Is A Sort Of Complacent Purr, As The Breezes Stroke Down Its Sides; But In Winter Always The Same Low, Sullen Growl.

Oh, Spring Is Surely Coming, Her Couriers Fill The Air; Each Morn Are New Arrivals, Each Night Her Ways Prepare; I Scent Her Fragrant Garments, Her Foot Is On The Stair.

Few Persons Realize How Much Of Their Happiness Is Dependent Upon Their Work, Upon The Fact That They Are Busy And Not Left To Feed Upon Themselves. Blessed Is The Person Who Has Some Congenial Work, Some Occupation In Which To Place One's Heart, And Which Affords A Complete Outlet To All The Forces That Are In Him Or Her.

To Find The Universal Elements Enough; To Find The Air And The Water Exhilarating; To Be Refreshed By A Morning Walk Or An Evening Saunter... To Be Thrilled By The Stars At Night; To Be Elated Over A Bird's Nest Or A Wildflower In Spring - These Are Some Of The Rewards Of The Simple Life.