More from Frances Hodgson Burnett’s – The Secret Garden.

I have been putting together offerings for my daughter Christie’s 40th birthday later this month…and thought the following passage taken from Frances Hodgson Burnett’s – The Secret Garden was perfect.

Of course, it must to be accompanied by magical hummingbirds. 

“One of the Strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. 

One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn time and goes out and stands out and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvellous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry and one’s heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising sun – which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. 

One knows it then for a moment or so, and one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness standing through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. 

Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes me sure; and sometimes a sound of far off music makes it true, and sometimes a look in someone’s eyes.’

A Bientôt