“My retreat [as a child] had been outdoors, on top of an arbor at the end of a garden. It was bliss to lie in a murmurous bed of white clematis tremulous with bees, buzzing ecstatically as they do when hard at work in full sunlight, with the protective grace of a blue sky above them.”

  - Polly Thayer (Starr), “Recollections of Weir River Farm,” 2004