Fragrant Quote for May 12, 2012-The Country of the Pointed Firs By Sarah Orne Jewett


Fir Trees in the Snow Image Credit



Fragrant Quote for May 12, 2012-The Country of the Pointed Firs
By Sarah Orne Jewett

The early morning breeze was still blowing, and the warm, sunshiny air was of some ethereal northern sort, with a cool freshness as if it came over new-fallen snow. The world was filled with a fragrance of fir balsam and the faintest flavor of seaweed from the ledges, bare and brown at low tide in the little harbor. It was so still and so early that the village was but half awake. I could hear no voices but those of the birds, small and great, — the constant song sparrows, the clink of a yellow - hammer over in the woods, and the far conversation of some deliberate crows.