Hal Borland
Hal Borland
Harold "Hal" Glen Borlandwas a well-known American author, journalist and naturalist. In addition to writing many non-fiction and fiction books about the outdoors, he was a staff writer and editorialist for The New York Times...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth14 May 1900
CountryUnited States of America
autumn light glowing
Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves.... The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes.
home house village
To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.
running thinking years
When we talk of flood control, we usually think of dams and deeper river channels, to impound the waters or hurry their run-off. Yet neither is the ultimate solution, simply because floods are caused by the flow of water downhill. If the hills are wooded, that flow is checked. If there is a swamp at the foot of the hills, the swamp sponges up most of the excess water, restores some of it to the underground water supply and feeds the remainder slowly into the streams. Strip the hills, drain the boglands, and you create flood conditions inevitably. Yet that is what we have been doing for years.
morning compassion rose
There are no idealists in the plant world and no compassion. The rose and the morning glory know no mercy. Bindweed, the morning glory, will quickly choke its competitors to death, and the fencerow rose will just as quietly crowd out any other plant that tried to share its roothold. Idealism and mercy are human terms and human concepts.
mean blood roots
A root, a stem, a leaf, some means of capturing sunlight and air and making food - in sum, a plant. The green substance of this earth, the chlorophyll, is all summed up in the plants. Without them we perish, all of us who are flesh and blood.
moving-forward past law
Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.
beautiful lying block
A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.
moving wind rushing
Listen to it, and you are hearing the mighty currents of the air rushing down the latitudes of the earth, currents from the Mackenzie and the Athabasca and the Saskatchewan, and from the prairies and the white Tundra. It is a homeless wind, forever on the move.
kids weekend shopping
Weekend planning is a prime time to apply the Deathbed Priority Test: On your deathbed, will you wish you'd spent more prime weekend hours grocery shopping or walking in the woods with your kids?
song voice rivers
If the voice of the brook was not the first song of celebration, it must have been at least an obbligato for that event.
distance men wind
There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things.
weed rain simple
All man has to do is cooperate with the big forces, the sun, the rain, the growing urge. Seeds sprout, stems grow, leaves spread in the sunlight. Man plants, weeds, cultivates and harvests. It sounds simple, and it is simple, with the simplicity of great truths.
spring winter forever
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.
summer june long
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.