I’m reading “The Secret Garden.” Some good friends gave my daughter the book, and she read it immediately. Then she insisted I read it, too… right now. Right now, Mom. Seriously, Mom. Have you read it yet?
Well, I started and I’m at the part now when Mary meets Dickon and she takes him to her stolen garden. I don’t know if I ever read the book when I was young, but I did see the Hallmark movie (grin) and oh, did I have a crush on young Dickon. Like Mary:
[Mary] leaned forward and asked him a question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
“Does tha’ like me?” she said.
“Eh!” he answered heartily, “that I does. I likes thee wonderful, an’ so does th’ robin, I do believe!”
I sort of like reading about spring on the moor while we receive our first bit of real winter here. The photo shows the quiet snowy night out my window just after reading and before crawling into bed last night:
The kids could hardly keep their feet out of their snow boots until it was time to head off to school this morning.
