"You were stubborn...and fought against the storm, which proved stronger than you: but we bow and yield to every breeze, and thus the gale passed harmlessly over our heads.""
The Oak and the Reeds," Aesop's Fables
"You were stubborn...and fought against the storm, which proved stronger than you: but we bow and yield to every breeze, and thus the gale passed harmlessly over our heads.""
The Oak and the Reeds," Aesop's Fables
"Goodnight starsGoodnight airGoodnight noises everywhere"Goodnight Moon, Margaret Wise Brown, 1947
"One morning the whole world was delicately silvered. Every blade of grass was silvery and the path had a thin sheen. It was hot like fire under Laura’s bare feet, and they left dark footprints in it. The air was cold in her nose and her breath steamed. So did Spot’s. When the sun came up, the whole prairie sparkled. Millions of tiny, tiny, sparks of color blazed on the grasses."
On the Banks of Plum Creek, Laura Ingalls Wilder, 1937.
"Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats."
The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame, 1907
(Photo taken at sunrise on Wind Rock - near Blacksburg, Virginia)
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
"Front yards are boring.Backyards tell stories.""Backyards," Popcorn, James Stevenson, 1998.
"...from November to March
the winter winds are harsh
on the fields and the marsh
they're covered up with snow
when you trudge to the shed
you have to scratch your head
because the dad-blamed pile's getting low
on wood (hardwood)
firewood (dry wood)
there's not a stove in the world
that's going to do you any good
with out wood (stovewood
)we could (you should)
be out cutting more wood..."
"More Wood", Dillon Bustin, 1983.
(We listen to this on the Voices of Winter cd with Priscilla Herdman, Anne Hills, and Cindy Mangsen)
"The cat's among the pixies now."
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J K Rowling, 2003.
"Sometimes one must travel far to discover what is near."
The Treasure, Uri Shulevitz, 1978.
"Little things have big results sometimes."
Willie Without, Magaret Moore, 1951.
"Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor."
The Tale of Peter Rabbit, Beatrix Potter, 1902.
(I took my nephew's senior portraits)
“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. i'll always be with you.”
Winnie the Pooh, A. A. Milne, 1926.
"One, two, tie up my shoe."
1, 2, Tie Up My Shoe a New Look at an Old Nursery Rhyme, Liz Underhill, 1990.
(We shopped in the hand me down dresser for some new school sneakers. I showed her ONCE how to tie them. That was all she needed.)
"Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here!"
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, J. K. Rowling, 1997.
(M had his senior violin recital today. Beautiful music and good friends - you can't ask for more than that.)
"Thou hast only to follow the wall far enough and there will be a door in it."
The Door in the Wall, Marguerite de Angeli, 1949.
"And now," cried Max, 'let the wild rumpus start!"
Where the Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak, 1963.
"It is only when one has grown old and dull that the soul is heavy and refuses to rise. The young soul is ever winged; a breath stirs it to an upward flight."
Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Kate Douglas Wiggin, 1903.
"Perhaps," she said, "to be able to learn things quickly isn't everything. To be kind is worth a great deal to other people."
A Little Princess, Frances Hodgson Burnett, 1905.
(small quilt top made about 10 year ago from Ricky Timms Harmonic Convergence pattern)
"Teach us delight in simple things, And Mirth that has no bitter springs."
"Children's Song," The Puck of Pook's Hill, Rudyard Kipling, 1906.
We are eagerly awaiting the arrival of spring.