The Peace Of Wild Things ...

 “… I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief …

For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”

 ~ “The Peace of Wild Things”

 ~ Wendell Berry

 ~ born 1934

 ~ American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic & farmer

I came into the peace of wild things when I spotted two whitetail deer button bucks, at right, crossing the Saucon Creek, tinged with the gold of a looming late October sunset, as other deer soak in the beauty of autumn along the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania.

 

The Fawn In August ...

 “… I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief …

For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”

 ~ “The Peace of Wild Things”

 ~ Wendell Berry

 ~ born 1934

 ~ American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic & farmer

I came into the peace of wild things when I spotted this honey of a summer sight ~ a sweet, beautiful white-tailed deer fawn ~ posing on the banks of the Saucon Creek, with its mama doe nearby, on a gorgeous early August evening along the Saucon Rail Trail in the Saucon Valley, Hellertown, Pennsylvania.

 

Days Of Summer ...

“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all ...”

                            ~ Jack Kerouac

                                    ~ 1922 ~ 1969

All seasons have their own special beauty, yet I have to say summer has always been my most favorite of seasons.

And what more could anyone who loves summer ask for than a quintessential summer afternoon ~  verdant, lush and warm ~ on a beautiful late July day along the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania.

It’s the perfect place for dreaming and remembrance … a place that seems to paintbrush the words of Jack Kerouac, “I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all …”