The Harvest Moon
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Part I: Cats and Dogs
Last night we had fun over supper remembering all the stories we had read with pigs in! The conversation flowed from there as we darted from rabbit stories to mice and onto cats. It was the children that suggested we jot them all down and added “Put the books on the blog Mummy.” So over the next few weeks you can have a browse as I publish various animal instalments from pigs to rabbits to foxes. Continue reading