I do not know when it was, nor where it was, nor how young I may have been, but I can recall. . . a sudden feeling of happiness at hearing the voice of the pines. — Frank Bolles Copy Share Image
If we are in tune with Nature, all her music can find a way into the heart. When bird music is rare, their occasional songs are precious to the ear. — Frank Bolles Copy Share Image
I do not know when it was, nor where it was, nor how young I may have been, but I can recall. . .… — Frank Bolles Copy Share Image
No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time. — Frank Bolles Copy Share Image
If we are in tune with Nature, all her music can find a way into the heart. When bird music is rare, their occasional… — Frank Bolles Copy Share Image
