Here, the night air was scented with meadowsweet and wild thyme, and the field seemed very still under the silent moon, which flickered as cloud shapes passed over it. But the animals had not gone far when they heard a soft whispering sigh, and then the sigh was louder, and then it resolved itself with a flutter of heavy wings and a rasp of claws into the dark shape of an owl settling onto the limb of a willow beside the beck. The flat round disk of his large face was ghostly in the moonlight, his staring eyes wild and fiercely luminous. He was annoyed.
Source: The Tale Of Hill Top Farm.....The Cottage Tales Of Beatrix Potter
Every now and then, life hands you a wonderful gift. Wrapped in lovely book covers, I've uncovered the writing of Susan Wittig Albert. Much in the style of Beatrix Potter, written for young adults, her Cottage Tales are perfectly charming. This collection no doubt will wait on the book shelf, to be read one day by my granddaughters.
Blessings...... Dee Dee
