There are still plenty of things to do to put the garden to bed for the winter, and fewer daylight hours to do them in. But it works out, and we relish the earlier nights.
It means we have more time to read.
This is one of the joys of having a slightly older child – these deeper, lingering bedtime stories that we can share now. We can share chewier thoughts, weightier subjects, longer story lines.
So, here’s my game:
Read these quotes, and see if you can guess from these nuggets of sweetness and wisdom what we’re reading these days…
“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?”
“It was a pale morning: in the East, behind long clouds like lines of soiled wool stained red at the edges, lay glimmering deeps of yellow. The sky spoke of rain to come; but the light was broadening quickly, and the red flowers on the beans began to glow against the wet green leaves.”
“There’s earth under his old feet, and clay on his fingers; wisdom is in his bones, and both his eyes are open.”
“He is wise enough on his own ground. He thinks less than he talks, and slower; yet he can see through a brick wall in time.”
“…he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.”
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
“Whether they’ve made the land, or the lands made them, it’s hard to say, if you take my meaning. It’s wonderfully quiet here. Nothing seems to be going on, and nobody seems to want it to. If there’s magic about, it’s right down deep, where I can’t lay my hands on it, in a manner of speaking.”
“But do not despise the lore that has come down from distant years; for oft it may chance that old wives keep in memory words that once were needful for the wise to know.”