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Saturday, January 9. 2010

Grounded in the land

This is the way I was, at Walking the Berkshires. When you know every rock and tree, where the fox den is, where the Phoebe nests, where the deer sleep, and where every wildflower likes to grow, it gets into your soul.
Posted by Bird Dog in Natural History and Conservation at 15:30 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)

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Beautiful. That's where you get the phrase, "You can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy." When you know the land, remember it from season to season, from year to year.

I feel sorry for those who grew up in suburbs, who didn't get attached to land they way those of us who grew up in the country did.
#1 Gringo on 2010-01-09 18:16 (Reply)
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid nature. >>>
William Cowper
#2 RL on 2010-01-09 21:40 (Reply)

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