“Lounging upon the emerald green Whose slope the trees of the forest screen, A family group are searching over The triune leaves for the four-leaf clover... A bird droppeth down from its perch on high, A butterfly aimlessly floateth by: They too in the green and drifting over Seem counting the leaves for four-leaf clover. Like rarest beauties of heart and of mind, So rare things in nature we seek to find— Ah, loveliest spot the gaze may cover, That vine-sheltered knoll of sweet white clover.”
"Christmas is a time when you get homesick, even when you're home."
- Carol Nelson
Nature
"We count down the days just to experience it nearly exactly as we always have. It is so comfortable, familiar and perfectly nostalgic that, frankly, we have no desire to improve upon it at all."
- Joanna Gaines
Nature
"The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood."
- Richard Paul Evans
Nature
"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime."
- Laura Ingalls Wilder
Nature
"We count down the days just to experience it nearly exactly as we always have. It is so comfortable, familiar, and perfectly nostalgic that, frankly, we have no desire to improve upon it at all."
- Joanna Gaines
Nature