"The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet. This is the best part of these men's farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title. ” Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1836, from Nature.
I leave the childish voices mute
Whose Christmas greeting sweeter chime,
And steal below with noiseless foot,
To seek alone the household shrine;
The hearth is cold, the alter bare,
But gifts and tokens piled above
Attest the old-time offering there,–
The sacrifice of love!
Taken from "Christmas Morning" by
Elaine Goodale Eastman (1863 - 1953)
|"I , who cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust, and when sometimes I have stolen forth for a walk at the eleventh hour or four o’clock in the afternoon, too late to redeem the day, when the shades of night were already beginning to be mingled with the daylight, have felt as if I had committed some sin to be atoned for,— I confess that I am astonished at the power of endurance, to say nothing of the moral insensibility, of my neighbors who confine themselves to shops and offices the whole day for weeks and months, ay, and years almost together. I know not what manner of stuff they are of—sitting there now at three o’clock in the afternoon, as if it were three o’clock in the morning. . . " Henry Thoreau, 1862, from Walking
Polygonatum biflorum Walter
The pendulus flower clusters on tall arching stems give way to blue berries that are a bird favorite. A good native plant for shade and partial shade, it is indigenous to the Garden. The powdered root is used in folk medicine. The seal-like scar on the root from each prior year's aerial stem gives the plant its common name.