I felt grace

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain,

there would be no life.

John Updike


I danced among the flowers



… Thus in each flower and simple bell,

That in our path untrodden lie,

Are sweet remembrancers who tell

How fast the winged moments fly,

Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,

Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,

Who still their fairy footsteps trace,

As light they dance among the flowers.

Charlotte Turner Smith

“The Horologe of the Fields”

I was impressed


Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes — every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

Orison Swett Marden

I saw a miracle

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After all, I don’t dare see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

Anne Morrow, Lindbergh

I dream of rivers

I was born upon thy bank, river

My blood flows in thy stream,

And thou meanderest forever,

At the bottom of my dream.

Henry David Thoreau, Journals 1906


I savored the winter


There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you … In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.

Ruth Stout

I watched the water

“It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.”

Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Big Spring, Missouri


I danced with the autumn leaves


“In the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.”

Kahlil Gibran

I heard the sprinkling leaves


Greer Roller Mill, Missouri, in late October

Late October


the leaves of autumn

sprinkle down the tinny

sounds of little dyings

and skies sated

of ruddy sunsets

of roseate dawns

roil ceaselessly in

cobweb greys and turn

to black

for comfort

Only lovers

see the fall

a signal end to endings

a gruffish gesture alerting

those who will not be alarmed

that we begin to stop

in order simply

to begin



Maya Angelou

I heard a symphony

“History is a symphony of echoes heard and unheard. It is a poem with events as verses.”

Charles Angoff


Greer Roller Mill


Samuel Greer, early settler in Oregon County, Mo built the Greer Roller Mill in 1899 with his partner George Mainprize. It is located three quarters of a mile uphill from the beautiful Greer Spring.

To harness the power of the mill, Greer built a system of cables and pulleys. Operations ended there in 1920. The mill, located north of Alton, Mo. in the Mark Twain National Forest, is currently undergoing restoration work.