Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.

I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.

Resource efficiency is the wrong metric. We should use nature as the measure, using nature's wisdom as a template for our economic systems.

I know there is pain when sawmills close and people lose jobs, but we have to make a choice. We need water and we need these forests.