It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue, white-cloud-dappled sky. The leaves were still thick on the trees, but de-spangled gossamer threads hung on the bushes and the shrill little cries of unrest of… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
“When I am dead and in my head And all my bones are are rotten, Take this book and think of me And mind I'm not forgotten.” — Flora Thompson Copy Share
Special qualities are required of the essayist. A poem or a novel may spring from the inner consciousness of an author. Reasoning poers must… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
Other days, other ways; and, although they have now been greatly improved upon, the old country midwives did at least succeed in bringing into… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
I do not compare the past with the present without a prejudice for either, but, great as the improvement in country life is in… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
No age can have everthing and in material ways ours is more fortunate than any preceding one. Our ancestors appear to have mastered the… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
We cannot bring the good old days back but, if we must eat mass-made foods, get laws passed to insist upon its goodness and… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
What greater restoratives have we poor mortals than a good meal taken in the company of loving friends? — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
So quiet and subtle is the beauty of December that escapes the notice of many people their whole lives through. Colour gives way to… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
Now, with the glamour of the past upon them we are inclined to look back on old world festivities with regret and consider present… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
Strict honesty was the policy of most of them; although there were a few who were said to 'find anything before 'tis lost' and… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
