We Can Conserve Energy And

In Our Bones We Need The Natural Curves Of Hills, The Scent Of Chaparral, The Whisper Of Pines, The Possibility Of Wildness.

One Of My Students Told Me That Every Time She Learns The Name Of A Plant, She Feels As If She Is Meeting Someone New. Giving A Name To Something Is A Way Of Knowing It.

The Pleasure Of Being Alive Is Brought Into Sharper Focus When You Need To Pay Attention To Staying Alive.

The Times I Spent With My Children In Nature Are Among My Most Meaningful Memories-and I Hope Theirs.

What Happens When All The Parts Of Childhood Are Soldered Down, When The Young No Longer Have The Time Or Space To Play In Their Family's Garden, Cycle Home In The Dark With The Stars And Moon Illuminating Their Route, Walk Down Through The Woods To The River, Lie On Their Backs On Hot July Days In The Long Grass, Or Watch Cockleburs, Lit By Morning Sun, Like Bumblees Quivering On Harp Wires? What Then?