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“Natural history is a matter of observation; it is a harvest which you gather when and where you find it growing. Birds and squirrels and flowers are not always in season, but philosophy we have always with us. It is a crop which we can grow and reap at all times and in all places and it has its own value and brings its own satisfaction.”

Quote by John Burroughs

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Under the Apple-Trees

Under the Apple-Trees is a story that unfolds in a picturesque rural landscape, focusing on the interconnected lives of the residents. The narrative delves into the dynamics of family relationships and the bonds that hold a community together. The setting, characterized by its lush apple orchards, serves as a backdrop for the characters' personal growth and collective experiences. more

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John Burroughs
John Burroughs

John Burroughs (April 3, 1837 – March 29, 1921) was an American essayist and naturalist, widely regarded as the father of American nature writing. Born in Roxbury, New York, he worked as a teacher and journalist before dedicating himself to observing and writing about nature. His works, such as Wake-Robin and Winter Sunshine, are celebrated for their vivid descriptions and philosophical depth. A close friend of poet Walt Whitman, Burroughs emphasized the spiritual connection between humans and the natural world. His writings influenced early conservation movements and continue to inspire readers today. more

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