Yes, it’s true; just one more sleep till a very nice long weekend….
Softly she treads, as if her foot were loth To crush the mountain dew-drops…
William Wordsworth
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“There is such a place as fairyland – but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way.
One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day.
Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles.
The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.”
― L. M. Montgomery – The Story Girl.jpg){kind=spacer}
Pin this post!I let her pick where she wanted to go for an outing last weekend.
She didn’t even need to think about it.
She loves New Ross Farm.
She was hoping for baby kittens to be in the barn again,
But there were no kittens.
There were however a litter of pigs.
She spent over an hour in the barn. (Which meant, I spent over an hour in the barn as well – her father’s allergies keep him far away most animals.)
Gleaning any bits of hay that she could find on the ground,
And feeding it to -the pigs.
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