Thursday, January 30, 2014

Are you dreaming of such days?

"There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger's origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes."

~from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graham


melissa said...

Yes indeedy. We are kinswomen. :)

podso said...

I like that garlic singing!