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"Nature never did betray the heart that loved her nor killed the glory of her autumn to satisfy the hunger of an early winter. She knows there is a pleasure to be had by woodland strollers on pathless walks; a moment of perfect solitude to be found in the stillness of the breeze that winds its way silently though the naked tree tops on a misty morn. All these small woodland things help to make up the pulse of woodland life in which mother nature breathes fresh life into its trodden soil and oversees all." William Forde: May 12th, 2013.