"When a cold spell would come late in the spring, 

causing us to feel that some fundamental disorder was at hand, 

she would quote from a source I have never found: "The time 

will come when we'll not know the winter from the summer, 

but by the budding of the trees." And though that time has never 

come, I believed then that it would come, and I believe it still."

                                                                     from A World Lost

                                                                              by Wendell Berry

We finally arrived at the cabin to be greeted by a wide 

variety of duck species on the slough, the blooms on the 

Saskatoon bushes, the graceful swaying of the few trees

that the beavers have spared on the spit of land that juts 
on into the water

and of course Spring.

" An old terror, learned long ago from his time, returned to Andy

now and shook him—not the terror of the end of the world, but 

of the end, simply of all he knew and loved, which would then exist 

only in his knowing, the little creature of his memory, and so he would

be forced to collaborate willy-nilly in the dominance of human intention

over the world. "

                                        from Remembering 

                                                                Wendell Berry