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Excerpted Inspirations #175

  • Writer: Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
    Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
  • Apr 21
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Whoa-Emma was in high spirits and went along at such a rate that they were at the farm at half-past nine. “Nancy,” Aunt Martha said, “even before I unharness Whoa-Emma I’m going to show you something. Shut your eyes and let me lead you around to the north side of the house. Don’t open them until I say you may.” Nancy was mystified, but she did as Aunt Martha had ordered. “Now stand still, and when I say three, open your eyes. One – two – three!” Nancy’s eyes flew open. “O-o-o-h!” was all she could say. While she was at the farm in May this field in front of her had been a field of green. Now it was a sea of daisies and buttercups – white daisies with glowing yellow centers; and, growing here and there among them, the most golden buttercups in all the world. “Oh, Aunt Martha!” she said at last. “Aren’t they lovely? So yellow and so white! May I walk out into the field? “Yes, while I put Whoa-Emma in the barn. But come right back; we must go down to the school as soon as we can.” So, still holding the little bunch of fragrant yellow roses, Nancy walked down among the white and yellow daisies and the golden buttercups. “Mayflowers and apple blossoms and lilacs; crimson ramblers and yellow roses; daisies and buttercups,” she said to herself. “Are spring and summer always like this up here, I wonder?” To the end of the daisy field she walked, making a little path that closed behind her as soon as she had passed. The sky was blue; the maples near the pasture fence were in their fullest green; along the stone wall beside the road the wild roses were coming into blossom; bees flew in and out of the white and rosy clover flowers in the field nearby. But now Nancy saw only the daisies and buttercups; she could not take her eyes off their dazzling summer loveliness. Jennie D. Lindquist, The Golden Name Day (1955), pp. 184-186

 
 
 

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