The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man… — Henry Beston Copy Share
“It may seem odd to contemporary readers to think of the natural year as a metaphor by which we live. As individuals, we have… — Henry Beston Copy Share
The creatures with whom we share the planet and whom, in our arrogance, we wrongly patronize for being lesser forms, they are not brethren,… — Henry Beston Copy Share
I am glad that the country world...retains a power to use our English tongue. It is a part of its sense of reality, of… — Henry Beston Copy Share
Expect Nature to answer to your human values as to come into your house and sit in a chair. The economy of nature, its… — Henry Beston Copy Share
“And what of Nature itself, you say – that callous and cruel engine, red in tooth and fang? Well, it is not so much… — Henry Beston Copy Share
The animal should not be measured by man. In a world older than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the… — Henry Beston Copy Share
If gardeners will forget a little the phrase, "watering the plants" and think of watering as a matter of "watering the earth" under the… — Henry Beston Copy Share
We of the age of the machines, having delivered ourselves of nocturnal enemies, now have a dislike of night itself. With lights and ever… — Henry Beston Copy Share
For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of… — Henry Beston Copy Share
Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and… — Henry Beston Copy Share
As well expect Nature to answer your human values as to come into your house and sit in a chair. — Henry Beston Copy Share
Hold your hands out over the earth as over a flame. To all who love her, who open to her the doors of their… — Henry Beston Copy Share
