Looking East
Looking North Over the Mountains
Looking East
Looking Northeast
Come spend some time with me in my garden...
I gaze upon the garden.
My heart grown peaceful.
From its spirit comes my will.
From its color comes my being.
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly...to listen to stars and buds, to babes, and sages, with open heart; await occasions, hurry never...this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing