“My field-mouse had made a set of brand-new tracks; here and there they etched themselves, following the brown flowers. It seemed as if uncommon spirits had seized their little maker, for sometimes he had leaped a yard, the festive mite! There was no other track pursuing; the leaps must have been mere joy.” IfsLittlesHas BeensMadeSometimesJoySpiritFieldsFlowerMereTrackFollowingBrandsBrownLeapMakersYardsMiceHere And ThereUncommonBrand NewFestive Author:Anne Bosworth Greene
“A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.” LittlesDealsBabyFarmsMentalityFarming Author:Anne Bosworth Greene
“Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.” HandsMemoriesHabitFingers Author:Anne Bosworth Greene
“Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.” PersonsSongNoiseUnbearableWhistling Author:Anne Bosworth Greene
“I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.” LittlesNightRichColorMoonStaringAll Night Author:Anne Bosworth Greene
“November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.” AirDelightfulNovemberMenace Author:Anne Bosworth Greene
“What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!” SeemsPastJoyStrangeFishesFragmentsFlingAroma Author:Anne Bosworth Greene
“How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.” DifferentEyeFamiliarSpotsGuests Author:Anne Bosworth Greene
“the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!” SoundHugeWeatherHorizonRatsBreezeMystic Author:Anne Bosworth Greene