Behind All Your Stories Is Always Your Mother's Story, Because Hers Is Where Yours Begin. Happy Mother's

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

There’s some good on this world - and it’s worth fighting for.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more”

Lord Byron

“Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world....”

Cranes... bid farewell to them always touches me deep in my heart.

So many feelings.

Pure joy, to hear their striking, distinctive call.

Melancholy, to see them moving away again.

Hope, to see them again next year.

Desire, to go with them.

Humbleness, for the creation of Mother Nature.

Love, because these creatures are simply magnificent.

So many thoughts.

Inseparably connected with their migration in autumn is that winter is coming, as well as their return in spring is carrying the promise of summer.

The Wheel of time.

Endings and new beginnings. 

Life.

How do you feel about?

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Forests are like churches, hallowed places. There's a stillness about them, a sort of reverence.

It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers