Thursday, October 12, 2017

Nature is our Classroom



We have hiked around the same lake nearly everyday for the last 2 months.  Nature speaks so many lessons if only we take the time to stop and listen.  By studying creation, we learn about our Creator!

We have enjoyed the beauty of the blossoming flowers and butterflies drinking of the sweet nectar.



We have observed creatures great and small...

and studied evidence of their existence left behind.


We have looked high and low.  We have sat and we have listened.


We have enjoyed the sunrises and sunsets; the miracles that bookend each day.


Oh, if only you could hear the stories these woods have heard as sisters skip along.


There is a place for books and worksheets, but the lessons learned on these trails are ones not easily forgotten.  I'll leave you with this poem to ponder.

The Tables Turned

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; 
Or surely you'll grow double: 
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; 
Why all this toil and trouble? 

The sun above the mountain's head, 
A freshening lustre mellow 
Through all the long green fields has spread, 
His first sweet evening yellow. 

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: 
Come, hear the woodland linnet, 
How sweet his music! on my life, 
There's more of wisdom in it. 

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! 
He, too, is no mean preacher: 
Come forth into the light of things, 
Let Nature be your teacher. 

She has a world of ready wealth, 
Our minds and hearts to bless— 
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, 
Truth breathed by cheerfulness. 

One impulse from a vernal wood 
May teach you more of man, 
Of moral evil and of good, 
Than all the sages can. 

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; 
Our meddling intellect 
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— 
We murder to dissect. 

Enough of Science and of Art; 
Close up those barren leaves; 
Come forth, and bring with you a heart 
That watches and receives. 

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