Had to share this picture on this blog as well as my personal one–my daughter’s future bedtime stories.
My father read chapter books to me at bedtime starting when I was four or five years old. I remember The Secret Garden and Black Beauty, The Wizard Of Oz and Gulliver’s Travels and The Gift Of The Mikado.
Two years till I start reading them to Mimi. Meanwhile, they’re beautiful.
On Pinterest I have several stories-without-words. The very first was The Greenhouse. I dream about them. This board is meant to have a dreamy quality, overcast, damp, fresh, secret. It evokes a lot of tramping around forests and country lanes looking for rare specimens, followed by cups of tea in front of fires. Lost letters, train journeys, old books. Wool. Enjoy.
Enter The Greenhouse