Thursday, May 1, 2008

a walk in our garden

an excerpt from our reading...

And now, in the lovely spring-weather, Irene was out on the mountain the greater part of the day. In the warmer hollows there were lovely primroses, and not so many that she ever got tired of them. As often as she saw a new one opening an eye of light in the blind earth, she would clap her hands with gladness, and, unlike some children I know, instead of pulling it, would touch it as tenderly as if it had been a new baby, and, having make its acquaintance, would leave it as happy as she found it. She treated the plants on which they grew like birds' nests; every fresh flower was like a new little bird to her. She would pay a visit to all the flower-nests she knew, remembering each itself. She would go down on her hands and knees beside one and say, "Good morning! Are you smelling very sweet this morning? Good-bye!"

The Princess and the Goblin, by George MacDonald

virginia bluebells and rhododendron in bloom

cherry blossoms...dreaming of cherry pies

bleeding heart

grape hyacinth

everyday gift: garden walks

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