“This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore. I go and come with a strange liberty in Nature, a part of herself. As I walk along the stony shore of the pond in my shirt-sleeves... all the elements are unusually congenial to me... Though it is now dark, the wind still blows and roars in the wood, the waves still dash...
When I return to my house I find that visitors have been there and left their cards, either a bunch of flowers, or a wreath of evergreen... They who come rarely to the woods take some little piece of the forest into their hands to play with by the way, which they leave, either intentionally or accidentally... some slight trace left, as a flower dropped, ... or by the lingering odor of a cigar.”
When I return to my house I find that visitors have been there and left their cards, either a bunch of flowers, or a wreath of evergreen... They who come rarely to the woods take some little piece of the forest into their hands to play with by the way, which they leave, either intentionally or accidentally... some slight trace left, as a flower dropped, ... or by the lingering odor of a cigar.”
-Henry David Thoreau
Walden
Walden
Sometimes words are best left to linger without much explanation, just a feeling. We offer gifts that touch the heart and reside in memory.
Sensory gifting - an elegant way to leave an impression.
With love from High Camp,
Susan Hanson
Founder
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