Quotes About Nature

If the first of July be rainy weather, It will rain, more or less, for four weeks together.

How softly runs the afternoon Beneath the billowy clouds of June!

As for butter versus margarine, I trust cows more than chemists.

O lady-bird, O lady-bird, With your red coat spotted black! And your flutterings of gauzy wings, Bringing the summer back! And a better hope to me Of a summer I shall see In this heart, with all your beauty stirr'd, O lady-bird, my lady-bird!

This little insect of the poets...

Ladybugs all dressed in red Strolling through the flower bed. If I were tiny just like you I'd creep among the flowers too!

This lucky little lady bug has landed here to stay, to make my garden pretty and keep the weeds away.

Plenty of ladybirds, plenty of hops.

...and as I removed the leaves, I saw a most wonderful congregation of these little Ladybugs — the ground was literally red with them for quite a distance around...

Lady-bird! Lady-bird! pretty one, stay: Come sit on my finger, so happy and gay. With me shall no mischief betide thee; No harm would I do thee, no foeman is near: I only would gaze on thy beauties so dear, Those beautiful winglets beside thee.

Fly back again, back again, Lady-bird dear! Thy neighbors will welcome thee merrily here...

With a butterfly kiss and a ladybug hug, Sleep tight little one, like a bug in a rug.

O lady-bird, O lady-bird, With the summer coming fresh! And the April hopes and buttercups, Knitting finely, in a mesh Of sunny-shining rays, For the samite-robèd days, For my heart with all your beauty stirr'd, O lady-bird, my lady-bird!

Hobnelia, seated in a dreary vale, In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale... 'This ladyfly I take from off the grass, Whose spotted back might scarlet red surpass. Fly, lady-bird; north, south, or east, or west, Fly where the man is found that I love best.'

I love old poems, ladies who lived in past times. Life was maybe not easier, but people took time to idle sometime, and mostly they took time admiring a sunrise, the flowers opening their hearts, etc.

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize... a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of [your child]...

It is astonishing how cunningly life prepares for its explosions, how adroitly it combines the niter, the charcoal, the sulphur of human nature.

To drink the sunshine and to dream at night...

Life. — Enjoy whatever flowers come with the manure.

Live for the roots Love the green Dance with the blossoms

Life is beautiful if you flow with its natural beauty. Resistance makes it ugly.

There was a crash of thunder, the sky shattering right above our heads.

Lightning flashes her blinding passion, Thunder booms his primal reply.

Have you ever heard anything more beautiful... than soul-shaking booming thunder filling the width and depth and height saturating with stunning sound the infinite and electrified sky?