We find each grove of the woods in perfect beauty, as if God had everywhere done His best in putting it in order that very day.

"One would never think of removing a single dead limb or log from these woods, . . . such is the sense of fitness and completeness.  In contemplating some lovely grove, . . . see the fineness of finish, how each object catches the light . . . And so, when we walk the aisle-like defiles of the woods over ridges, through meadows, and still, cool glens, we find each in perfect beauty, as if God had everywhere done His best in putting it in order that very day."

The Contemplative John Muir, p. 251

Photo: Aspen forest near Kebler Pass, Crested Butte, CO; September 22, 2012