Thursday 4 April 2019

As if fairies had tended them...

The seeds Dickon and Mary had planted grew as if fairies had tended them. Satiny poppies of all tints danced in the breeze by the score, gaily defying flowers which had lived in the garden for years and which it might be confessed seemed rather to wonder how such new people had got there. And the roses--the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sun-dial, wreathing the tree trunks and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garlands falling in cascades --they came alive day by day, hour by hour. Fair fresh leaves, and buds--and buds--tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.






I'm trying to keep up with my English speaking kids (in case I haven't mentioned it before, my mother tongues are Russian and Ukrainian) by reading the same books they read. Recently I had a pleasure of reading Frances Burnett's "The Secret Garden", and came upon this lovely description of flowers. wouldn't mind having a secret garden of my own :)