Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Snowdrops...




There were three children, two boys and a girl. We were of widely different temperaments, and this was shewn most clearly in everything that we did. When my father allotted to my brother and me lots in the garden, in which we could each do exactly as we pleased, my brother commenced a furious digging, in an attempt to find the centre of the Earth. I planted snowdrops.

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