Monday, January 23, 2012

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

I only now got around to this sweet story. And this is the perfect time of the year in which to read it. My bulbs are all poking up slender green fingers. Just like the author spoke of.

This story struck me on a number of levels. As a gardener, I enjoyed the author's pure love of growing things. As a storyteller, I marked how different the telling was. And finally as a reader, I just flat out had a good time.

And imagine my surprise when I went out in the garden today and found some snowdrops hiding under the hellebore.

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