Why not return – Amsterdam 3
Over the years, the question has arisen in me (and I’m sure in very many others) as to why I don’t return to Amsterdam, my hometown, the “little city with a big heart” that I love, nestled on the southern…
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Over the years, the question has arisen in me (and I’m sure in very many others) as to why I don’t return to Amsterdam, my hometown, the “little city with a big heart” that I love, nestled on the southern…
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Have you ever noticed how many trees blown over, or knocked down by snow or another tree toppling over them, have not given up on life? The next trip into the woods, pay attention to these trees. Realize the stem…
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Pause in your life,Make the time,Take the chance,To stand alone,In the breeze laden Woods,And watch the trees dance. Peter J Quandt
I have a great deal to say,Yet, the words trip over my thoughts. Why is that?Because, what I have to say,Doesn’t come from my thoughts.What I have to say,Doesn’t come from words.It comes from what I FEEL. There are no…
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Yesterday, as I took a Sunday morning walk in the Woods, I found myself stopping often, pausing to see and hear leaves falling and whatever my external and internal senses drew me to observe. I hadn’t gone but maybe 3/4…
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I often enjoy starting my Sunday morning with a walk in the Woods. This morning, while I was out there, I was reminded of a conversation I had with one of my employees, several years ago.As a landscape contractor, I…
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There is a love, as a father has for his child,There is a love, as a man has for a woman,Yet, if this is true love, it comes from neither.It is a love that is always there.When we connect with…
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The Woods is in the process of changing It’s clothes, for the winter season. Carefully shedding summer’s wear of green leaves, for the barren branches that hold the buds of next year’s cloth. But, She does not drop these garments…
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The Sun’s rays, Filtered by the ground mist, in the low lying areas, Shone much like those same rays, Shining through the window of a sacred Chapel. Peter J Quandt
The mundane necessities of life often leave us drubbing through life just doing, and letting our passions slip by the wayside. At times, my passion for spending time in the mountains and woods has been preempted by, “I’m tired. I’ve…
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