The Stars Weep Too

ALAN writes:
“Nature’s verities offer certainty and tranquility,” Ozark farmer, nature writer, conservationist, and St. Louis newspaper columnist Leonard Hall wrote more than thirty years ago.
There is much truth in those words. Lawrence Auster wrote about the beauty of an autumn day in New York. Laura Wood has written about the beauty of flowers, the splendor of the night sky, and the astonishing occurrence of a bird knocking at her door.
Those things reminded me of a story told by Louise Dickinson Rich. She lived in the deep woods of Maine and wrote at length about their beauty and challenges. There was a big Russian fellow there who worked as a lumberjack. He worked alone because he liked it that way and it was said that he was impossible to get along with. One day while walking through the woods, she saw him sitting alone except for a group of chickadees that surrounded him. She wrote:








