Monday, April 2, 2012

The blessings of snow (when you're a mouse)

"The mouse is a sober citizen who knows that grass grows in order that mice may store it as underground haystacks, and that snow falls in order that mice may build subways from stack to stack: supply, demand, and transport all neatly organized. To the mouse, snow means freedom from want and fear."

Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There (NY: Oxford University Press, 1949), pg. 4.

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