Elisabeth Woodbridge Morris, The Jonathan Papers
“ Goldenrod is different looked at from beneath, with sky beyond it; sky is different [Pg 162] seen through waving masses of yellow. Moreover, when you sit still outdoors, the life of things comes to you; when you are moving yourself, it evades you. Down among the weeds where I sat, the sun was hot, but the breeze was cool, and it brought to me, now the scent of wild grapes from an old stone wall, now the spicy fragrance of little yellow apples on a gnarled old tree in the fence corner, now the sharp tang of the goldenrod itself. ”
