Florence Page Jaques
I discovered fresh pleasures, such as treading on various surfaces, rough granite, sandy loam, smooth mats of pine needles or springy depths of moss. Birds Across the Sky, 1942.
Florence Page Jaques was a collaborator with her artist husband, Francis Lee Jaques, of a number of other books including Canoe Country, The Geese Fly High, Canadian Spring, and As Far as the Yukon. Lee died in 1969, Florence three years later.
One great advantage that a rank amateur has . . . is that everything is amazing. The most well-known facts made me stand open-eyed and I went through our unpeopled days with surprise accompanying me. Ibid.
Only once, on our most faraway and magical island, did we hear the hermit thrush, but its golden-dark was the perfect melody for the forest light and shadow and I still long to hear it there. Ibid.
Then migrating warblers, lemon-colored, whirled down along the frail branches till I could hardly tell which were leaves and which were birds. I sat down on roughened ivory grass to follow the warblers with my field glasses. Scores of tiny birds, gay and quaint, making evanescent compositions among the laced twigs. Ibid.
Lee made me wake up early and stagger, more than half asleep, outdoors to see the moon with a star beside it, like a Madonna and Child. Snowshoe Country, 1945
The infinite gradations of faint rose, clear blue, or pale gold over the vast stretches of snow come from no frailty, but from a hidden strength such as a pearl has. Ibid.
The spruce are powdered deep, the soft plumes of the great white pines are overlaid with films of silver. White flakes tumble thick and fast, brushing against my face like evanescent butterflies. Ibid.