The Woods in Winter
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
You can’t get too much winter in the winter.
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
Maine is a joy in the summer. But the soul of Maine is more apparent in the winter.
The pine stays green in winter… wisdom in hardship.
People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Enjoy a walk in the woods in winter!
Photographs are my originals.