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The wild wonder of God’s love is not merely that we are released from the weight of what we can’t change or redo but that we are freed to hope in what is not yet. Be encouraged. So much more is yet to come.

“I take great pleasure in gathering plants, filling my basket with roots and leaves. Usually I go with a specific plant in mind... But it’s the wandering itself that has such appeal, the unexpected discoveries while looking for something else. I get the same feeling in the library. It’s so very much like picking berries…the knowledge that hidden somewhere in the thicket is something worth finding.”

“Mysterious and Little-known organisms live within reach of where you sit. Splendor awaits in minute proportions.”

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Not sure I’m in the best place to let a book like this wreck me but it’s like a runaway train and I need to know how it ends 🫠🫠🤎❤️‍🩹

Oof this is hard to put down 🚪

Oh, to be like a wildflower—dependent and surrendered, not demanding a specific storyline, a certain season, or a more ideal circumstance, but to truly bloom where we’ve been planted.

“I suspected that the ache of missing her would mostly come from those little things. The holes that were left behind, empty places I’d stumble upon now that she was gone”

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“Isn’t that the way we love, the way love propels our own unfolding? We are shaped by our affinity for love, expanded by its presence and shrunken by its lack”

“In her eyes, I see my heart. In her breath, I hear my soul. She is my land. She is my kin. My love.”

“I am no outdoor decorator. No, I am just another creature looking for the way through…That really is why I garden, too. To stare it in the face and fall to my knees over and again…taking sustenance and refuge, and hopefully offering all the others around me some of it in return”

“I think it is this that draws me to the pond on a night in April, bearing witness to puhpowee. Tadpoles and spores…mosses and peepers - we are all connected by our common understanding of the calls filling the night at the start of Spring. It is the wordless voice of longing that resonates within us, the longing to continue, to participate in the sacred life of the world”

“I couldn’t stop looking. Even now, I remember the sense of possibility, of mystery that accompanied that first glimpse. For the first time, and not the last, I had the sense that there was more to the world than immediately met the eye…it’s the time when I first had an inkling that the already gorgeous world becomes even more beautiful the closer you look”

“I sometimes think it would be easiest to take it all away and start from zero. But, of course, there is no shortcut through your next stage…except to dig in and do it, to stay put even when it hurts”

“The fact that the nobility spoke French while the labourers [spoke] English is reflected in the words we still use today…while the names derived from Old English for the creatures themselves - cow, pig, sheep, and deer - we call their meat by French names: beef, pork, mutton, and venison. This is a direct consequence of the English peasants who tended the animals and the French nobles who ate their meat.”

“Terpsichorean display”
Love learning new words when I read 😍🤓🤓👌🏽💃🏽🕺🩰

“The true meaning of life is to plant trees under whose shade you do not expect to sit”

“Trees form a bridge beyond the usual human experience - a tangible, living link to the past and maybe to the future.”

“For what more august, more charming and useful, than the culture and preservation of such goodly plantations: that shade to our grandchildren give”

“The sky had opened up and a torrent of rain began. Moisture dusted his face…but rather than shy away from the sheets of rain and rolls of thunder, Miss Everly’s face was upturned, her eyes clothes, a soft smile on her lips…she breathed deeply, ‘it’s lovely isn’t it?…fresh rain, wet grass, flowers - the scent of Earth’s renewal?…it’s one of the best things about Spring!”

“the effect was enchanting; wild music above, beneath, around. The moon appeared to be in the very midst of the rushing waters…suffering a rushing succession of eclipses that lasted but a moment--a rare astronomical phenomenon, a transit of a thousand comets across the disc of the moon.” 🌕 🌌🏔️

What…the…f-
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“I met Nate Stephenson at the Sequoia National Park U.S. Geological Survey field station…he drank his [coffee] from a tiny mug his wife had given him so he’d get up from his desk more often…”

😂 😂 Genius. Will remember this life hack 😂

Guess I’ll just sob my way through the rest of this book

Don’t mind me…just getting completely wrecked by a book 😭 💔