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…quiet things, mostly […] I put on my high boots and set off across the downs. The sun came out as I walked the sodden hills
Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice
Tiny Trolls Under Bridges
Continue reading Rest Day Photo MiniEssayWe spent much time touring the countryside, in sun, rain, or snow, following footprints, comparing samples of mud, noting how the type of soil affected the quality and longevity of a footprint or hoofmark.
Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice
Hence, she wanders the downs without a chaperone and remains away until all hours.
Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice
A small thing, perhaps…
Laurie R, King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice
Yes, the builder may have had some desire to view the sea,’ he replied.
Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice
“Eleven years isn’t all that long to get to know a place, would you think?”
Cyril Hare, That Yew Tree’s Shade
“And some people call country life dull!” he exclaimed.
Cyril Hare, That Yew Tree’s Shade
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
Robert Frost
I took the one less traveled by