"It is a spur that one feels at this season more than
any other. How nimbly you step forth! The woods roar, the waters shine, and the
hills look invitingly near. You do not miss the flowers and the songsters, or
wish the trees or fields any different, or heavens any nearer. Every object
pleases...the straight light-gray trunks of the trees...how curious they look,
and as if surprised in undress." - from "Winter Sunshine" by John Burroughs (1837-1921)
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