One of my first memories is reading in bed in summer. I specifically recall reading ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses.’ I seemed to be in bed early (had I been naughty?) But with a summer breeze blowing and the sun outside it is a memory that still glows. I still relish creeping into bed in the late afternoon and reading.
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Lovely memory, delightful illustration!
Thanks Beth!
I remember Margaret Wise Brown’s, Wait Til the Moon is Full, which is also the repeated line in th book. Your, Summer Night Reading, is wonderful.
Hi Pamela … gosh YES! And thank you so much