WednesdayFeb 25, 2026
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She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.
There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back.
Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
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