“Any grove or any wood is a fine thing to see. But the magic here, strangely, is not apparent from the road. It is necessary to leave the impersonal highway, to step inside the rusty gate and close it behind. By this, an act of faith is committed, through which one accepts blindly the communion [...]
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Here Is Home
Posted in Art, Environment, Gardening, Literature on August 2, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Ghostly
Posted in Gardening, Mail, War on April 24, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
“There is nothing much to report. I just keep working by day at the Office, evenings in my own office, where a lot has to be finished and tidied up. In between I dream of flowering shrubs, fruit trees, deep digging, ploughing, fields, bees, manure, spreading, planting plans, and so on. When I think of [...]
Woodchuck Mittens
Posted in Gardening, Literature on August 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“I noticed a woodchuck’s skin tacked up to the inside of his shop. He said it had fatted on his beans, and William had killed it and expected to get another to make a pair of mittens of, one not being quite large enough. It was excellent for mittens. You could hardly wear it out.” [...]
More Book Art
Posted in Art, Gardening, Literature on June 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
One of those rare marriages of literary and artistic talent creating a book I will never be able to afford.
Five O’Clock Tea
Posted in Art, Gardening, Tea on January 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am a fool for Jessie Wilcox Smith (1863-1935), an illustrator who studied with Howard Pyle and specialized in images of children. I think her work is magical, almost dream-like, pretty and sentimental to be sure, but much deeper than that. She was brought to mind when I saw these images yesterday, from postcards published [...]
