(L M Montgomery)
I have the usual January malaise. I am cheering myself up by re-reading lots of old friends from my childhood and I read this yesterday in "Emily Climbs". It is, I suppose, what this blog set out to say, how there is not much that is ordinary, so much that is especial. Like these little brown nibbed conifer leaves I saw lying on the path today - I have always thought evergreens to be rather dreary trees and yet I keep noticing new things about them. And how pleasant it is to be wrong.
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