First Known When Lost

I return often to the poetry of Walter de la Mare.  As is the case with all the poets of whom I am fond, I go there in search of Beauty and ...

Over the course of the marvelous year we have been enjoying, various thoughts by Marcus Aurelius have been returning to me.  As ever, the go...

I find this to be an accurate and reasonable assessment of the present age: "[A] multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now ...

I am easy to please.  Each summer, I take delight in watching the tree tunnels I love further deepen, further interlace, as the boughs exten...

In mid-May, the ants emerged from hibernation and immediately embarked upon their yearly castle-building.  Early in June, the first pink blo...

And so, dear readers, our eventful year continues.  I tell myself that I should keep my counsel as the arsonists, statue-topplers, building-...

The wild grasses that cover the meadows are deep green and growing tall.  Scattered amidst the swaying green, close to the ground, are small...

" Days are where we live. "  " For the days are long -- /From the first milk van/To the last shout in the night,/An eternity....

As I have mentioned here before, I often give myself this piece of advice as I begin my daily walk:   Stop thinking.  Pay attention.   I fai...

A path I often follow takes me past a row of six willows.  They stand at the edge of a wide meadow which slopes down to the bluffs above Pug...