I mentioned that the breeze here has been chilly in the evening. Crazy, irresponsible me for not seeing that a lightweight cotton dress and pinafore does not a cozy dolly make. Poor Holly Hobby was positioned near a window where all night long she would silently shiver. I'd find her smiling in the early morning sunlight, uncomplaining. So, the white home spun vest that I knit to match the colorful one that keeps the bear cozy, now sports a clay apple button and keeps Holly Hobby cozy! I'm pretty sure her smile will be even brighter tomorrow morning...
Everyone recognizes A.A. Milne for his endearing Winnie the Pooh. But I get at least as much pleasure from his poetry for wee ones. This is my 1924 edition of When We Were Very Young. I had this on casette (I know, dating myself again) when my biggles were littles. They would fall asleep to the lilting melody of Milne's humor in rhyme.
Weatherby George Dupree
Care of his Mother,
Though he was only three.
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he:
"You must never go down to the end of the town,
if you don't go down with me."
Put on a golden gown,
Drove to the end of the town.
Said to herself, said she"
"I can get right down to the end of the town and be
back in time for tea." ... A.A. Milne
I don't want to tell you what happens when mother does not heed her young son's advice. The end is quite shocking!
Joining Ginny's Yarn Along