Monday, 18 May 2015


"A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic."

(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

"How is it that little children are so intellegent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it."

(Alexander Dumas)

Monday, 27 April 2015


"A wise parent humours the desire for independent action so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease."

(Elizabeth Gaskell)

"In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up , there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice."

(Charles Dickens)

Monday, 20 April 2015

The New Forest

"Leaves turn to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves."

(David Mitchell)

"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do."

(Willa Cather)

Friday, 3 April 2015

The New Forest

"He that planteth a tree is a servant of god, he provideth a kindness for many generations, and faces that he hath not seen shall bless him."

(Henry van Dyke)

"It was very sad under the trees. Although the spring was well adsvanced in the deep shade there was nothing but death rotton leaves, grey and white fungi and over everything a funeral hush."

(Nathanael West)

Monday, 23 March 2015


"I enjoy the spring more than autumn now, one does, I think, as one gets older."

(Virginia Woolf)

"Spring drew on....and a greeness grew over those brown beds, which freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them in the night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps."

(Charlotte Bronte)

Friday, 27 February 2015

Flossy and the Fox

"Before I got married I had six theories about raising children; now, I have six children and no theories."

(John Wilmot)

"No man should bring children into the world who is unwilling to persevere to the end in their nature and education."


Thursday, 19 February 2015

Spring Flowers and Studio

"Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity."

(John Ruskin)

"I perhaps owe becoming a painter to flowers."

(Claude Monet)

Saturday, 31 January 2015


"The monarch oak, the patriarch of trees.
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
Three centuries he grows, and three he stays
supreme in state; and in three more decays."

(John Dryden)

The angel cried with loud voice saying, hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees.

(Revelation 7:3)