Not So Cold - Missoula, Montana

"Ah! this beautiful world!" said Flemming, with a smile. "Indeed, I know not what to think of it. Sometimes it is all gladness and sunshine, and Heaven itself lies not far off...Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad."

- from Hyperion, Book III, Chapter IV, (1839) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Never Too Late - Missoula, Montana

This little shock of new green caught my eye - unrepentant, these late-springing greens shall have their day in the sun along with their earlier-matured kin. 

"...Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate..."

- from Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary of the Class of 1825 in Bowdoin College by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Rainy Daisy - Hamilton, Montana

"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Forest Primeval - Superior, Montana

"This is the forest primeval.

The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,

Bearded with moss, and in garments green..." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), Evangeline, 1847