Remember that new growth of chives in our garden that I showed you?
Over the weekend I set it free from the bondage of weeds and old growth and gave it room to breathe.
I am reminded of a passage in The Secret Garden in which Mary Lennox, having discovered the garden, begins to make other discoveries.
“She did not know anything about gardening, but the grass seemed so thick in some of the places where the green points were pushing their way through that she thought they did not seem to have enough room to grow. She searched about until she found a rather sharp piece of wood and knelt down and dug and weeded out the weeds and grass until she made a nice little clear place around them.
‘Now they look as if they could breathe,’ she said, after she had finished with the first ones.
I’m guessing I’ve read that book at least 10 times, half of those times in my adult years. And now that I’ve gotten it out to hunt up that quote, I’m going to read it again. As C.S. Lewis said,
“No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.”
Are there books that you loved as a child that you still love as an adult? Do tell! I could give you a long list of mine, but I’d rather hear about yours. Maybe we have some in common.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, making room to breathe for other blog posts that are greening up in the wings.
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