Sometimes somthing comes along that lifts the heart - reading Ms. Bush's autobiography was wonderful
"....Always the love of nature is in evidence. The fragrance of the flowers, the breathless whisper of the summer wind, the crystal tracery of the winter frost, the message-bearing leaves of forest trees, the pebbles of the brook, murmuring as they are displaced by their sweet yet voiceless utterance.
Bright-winged bees, in their wide quest of honey, seem to intrigue the much. And always They worship beauty, the universal. Not one phase or detail of beauty escapes them.
The golden down on the throat of the lily has full value in their sight. A petal of the tiniest star-flower is to them touched with divine glory. The call of the wild dove is a note of celestial music and the strong wind sweeping through the trees a great orchestra throbbing to the baton of the maestro. "