View from Our Window ~ on Monday

"Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand."  ~  Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862) Journal January 5, 1856



~ BARTLETT'S Familiar Quotations, Sixteenth Edition, John Bartlett, Little, Brown and Company. 

Along the Heritage Grand River

[Down Stream From Village of York]

It sifts from leaden sieves,
    It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, ~
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it rail, by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces ;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, ~
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, ~
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

~ Emily Dickinson

[St. John's Anglican Church]

"I love to be alone.  I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."

~ Henry David Thoreau

(1817 - 1862) American author, poet, philosopher

Authors and poets write about them.   Artists sketch and paint them.  Photographers capture their beauty.

Many a tree has sheltered animals and birds, providing wildlife their homes.  Trees speak to us from a position of strength and longevity.  We played under trees as children, spend hours sitting beneath them as adults.

We plant trees to commemorate special events.  Trees comfort us when remembering lost loved ones.

The Neat Little Bookshop is launching a Favourite Tree contest in the next few weeks.  We encourage you to think about the trees that have meant something special to you and invite you to submit either a photo or a story telling how a tree, or trees, have played a part in your life.

Deadline for submissions:  May 31, 2015.
[Photo:  Cayuga Tennis Court park on the Grand.  lbw]


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In the following weeks, The Neat Little Bookshop is launching a Favourite Tree contest.

BONNIE PEG
[First published in the Edinburgh Magazine for 1818]

As I came in by our gate end,
    As day was waxin' weary,
O wha came tripping down the street,
     But bonnie Peg, me dearie !

Her air sae sweet, an' shape complete,
    Wi' nae proportion wanting,
The Queen of Love did never move
     Wi' motion mair enchanting.

Wi' linked hands, we took the sands
     A-down you winding river ;
An', oh ! that hour an' broomy brower,
     Can I forget it ever ?

The Poetical Works of ROBERT BURNS, Walter Scott, 24 Warwick Lane, London. ["Presented to John Turnbull By a Friend, Jan 7, 1895.  Township of Seneca.]