As he hurried along, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would be at home again among the things he knew and liked, the Mole saw clearly that he was an animal of tilled field and hedgerow, linked to the ploughed furrow, the frequented pasture, the lane of evening lingerings, the cultivated garden-plot. For others the asperities, the stubborn endurance, or the clash of actual conflict, that went with Nature in the rough; he must be wise, must keep to the pleasant places in which his lines were laid and which held adventure enough, in their way, to last for a lifetime.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
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Wind in the Willows... We are having perfect weather (rainy) to snuggle down and re-read.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, The Wind in the Willows. This brought such a smile and such memories of this beloved story. I have a new baby girl, a little over a month old, and am so looking forward to reading this to her and introducing her to these delightful characters. Is there anything sweeter than cuddling up with babies and a cherished book?
ReplyDeleteOur family loves those beloved tales! I recently read "Wind in the Willows" aloud to our girls as part of our homeschool. It's a bit harder to pin our two year old twin boys down for story time, so they watch the BBC version on video regularly- they love Mr Toad!
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Claire
Dear N-t-N,
ReplyDeleteOh, rain and reading. What a dear combination.
Dearest frachella,
I wish to extend my heartfelt prayers and very best wishes to your dear little one and to you, dear mother.
Dear Claire,
Oh, Mr. Toad. He's quite a mess, isn't he? Bless his heart.
Sincerely,
Searcy