“Every intricacy of twig…”

. There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very
hollows in snow.  It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every
blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance. [William Sharp] The earth is the Lord’s, and the fulness thereof; theContinue reading ““Every intricacy of twig…””