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this book is why. i found an image of the cover online... but it is in this house...somewhere. i would never get rid of it. when i was about 11 or 12 i read it... and then i read it again and again. written by Hila Feil, it tells a lovely story of an 11 year old girl who spends a summer in a windmill... sharing it with many woodland creatures. this book became my little secret childhood wish. it still is. |
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i should go find that book and read it today. i could use a summer windmill story right about now. |
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i do this every spring... wait impatiently for a warm breeze and chirpy birds. daydream of hammocks, wildflowers and bare feet. chipmunks, bunnies and baby mice. |
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yesterday was so yucky. snowy, blowy...chilly. |
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so we just tried to ignore it. (yes, i layer my granny squares. don't even worry about it) xox |
