12 november 2009

~I'll tell a story. ..

The sun shone down for nearly a week
on the secret garden.
The Secret Garden was what Mary called
it when she was thinking of it.

She liked the name, and she liked still more
the feeling that when its beautiful walls shut her
in no one knew where she was.

It seemed almost like being shut out of the world
in some fairy place.

The few books she had read and liked had been
fairy-story books, and she had read of
secret gardens in some of the stories.

Sometimes people went to sleep in them
for a hundred years,
which she had thought must be rather stupid.

She had no intention of going to sleep, and , in fact,
she was becoming wider awake every day
which passed at Misselthwaite.

She was beginning to like to be out of doors;
She no longer hated the wind, but enjoyed it.
She could run faster, and longer, and she could skip
up to a hundred.
The bulbs in the secret garden must have been astonished.
Such nice clear places were made round them that
they had all the breathing space they wanted,
and really, if Mistress Mary had known it,
they began to cheer up under the dark earth and work tremendously.

The sun could get at them and warm them,
and when the rain came down it could reach them at once,
so they began to feel very much alive.
Excerpt from Frances Hodgson Burnett's
"The Secret Garden"

4 opmerkingen:

artistaggie zei

I love that first picture -- perfect! :-)

Hermes zei

As you know one of my favourite books. I always wanted to be Dicken. Great pictures to go with it Anna.

Aputsiaq zei

Dreamlike...so wonderful!!!

marja visscher zei

Anna, heel stom, maar ik ben niet zo héél best in mijn Engels. Niet zo goed opgelet vroeger...
Begrijp ik het goed is er een film over de 'geheime tuín'. Hoor wel van je.
Fijna avond nog en lieve groet, Marja