Every spring, every May, every time I smile at the thought of "tranquil bovine picnics" and I cry when Tuck takes Winnie out on to the pond to talk to her about why the spring needs to remain a secret.
And every spring, every May, every time a new group of children falls in love with the story of Winnie Foster and the Tuck family (who've looked exactly the same for the last 87 years).
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nice. :)
What a lush, beautiful place to be!
Tuck everlasting... what a wonderful idea for a spring post. Those last two photos draw me in and make me want to be there.
What a beautiful place! I just love huge trees with crazy huge roots like that!
You're just so clever! Beautiful pictures - what an amazing spot!
Great pictures, I need to read that book again!
Lovely post. Such tranquil photos. I need to read that book again!
Oh wow. What a simply beautiful feeling that gave me. I love the shot of the huge crazy tree roots, we don't have anything like that around here.
Beautiful, beautiful photos. Where were they taken? And at the risk of sound ignorant because I am, what book are you quoting? Whatever, it's lovely just like your captures.
Lovely...
Very, very cool...
Oh, that book! Such a bittersweet tale. And such an homage to all the springs of our lives, not just the ones that are seasons.
very well said - and beautiful photos.
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