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
summer night men
I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.
summer color land
Green, the color of growth, or surgent life, enwraps the land. New green, still as individual as the plants themselves. Cool green, which will merge as the weeks pass, the Summer comes, into a canopy of shade of busy chlorophyll.
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.
summer autumn moon
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
appreciate knowing meaning understand
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
lonely winter autumn
The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn; but it comes gradually. Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day. But even now, if one awakens in the deep darkness of the small hours, one can hear it, a foretaste of Winter silence. It’s a little painful now, and a little lonely because it is so strange.
wild-roses orange stones
Here and there one sees the blush of wild rose haws or the warmth of orange fruit on the bittersweet, and back in the woods is the occasional twinkle of partridgeberries. But they are the gem stones, the rare decorations which make the grays, the browns and the greens seem even more quiet, more completely at rest.
beautiful morning views
As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.
horizon october leafs
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen.
rain thinking rivers
Any river is really the summation of the whole valley. To think of it as nothing but water is to ignore the greater part.
historical sun west
He who travels west travels not only with the sun but with history.
unhappy mountain today
The most unhappy thing about conservation is that it is never permanent. Save a priceless woodland or an irreplaceable mountain today, and tomorrow it is threatened from another quarter.
nature looks certain
Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.
autumn sea purple
For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October.