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Excerpted Inspirations #176

  • Writer: Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
    Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
  • May 12
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[Nancy is hoping for fine weather for a Saturday party in the spring.] They had been talking about the party for a long time, but from Friday morning on Nancy could talk of nothing else. As soon as she was dressed that morning, she ran outdoors. “It gets lovelier every day,” she reported when she came back. “Oh, if it’s only like this tomorrow! The lilacs are way out and there are more red tulips in blossom and I saw a bluebird in the apple orchard and a bird with gold on it in a lilac bush and the Japanese quince is almost out and down by the old well the violets are blue as blue.” She stopped, but only because she was out of breath. Aunt Martha smiled at her. “You do love the country, don’t you, Nancy?” “Yes, I do,” Nancy answered, “but I never saw it like this. When I came to Grandma’s, it was a gray day, and now look! It’s the way Grandpa said it would be. He said it would be a beautiful thing to see the world turning from grayness into all the colors of springtime. And it is. I never saw spring coming before, and I didn’t know exactly what he meant. But now I do.” Aunt Martha looked at her, suddenly understanding. “I never thought of that. A little girl who lives right in the heart of the city doesn’t see spring come, does she?” “Well, not like this anyway,” said Nancy. “Of course Mamma has pansies in our window boxes, and the flower carts come and they are beautiful and we take walks to the park on Sunday, but it’s never like this. Here there’s something different every minute! And it’s so – so MUCH! And the air seems different – everything seems so happy. Oh, I hope it will be like this tomorrow. Isn’t it wonderful that Grandma has her birthday this very Saturday!” -Jennie D. Lindquist, The Golden Name Day (1955), pp. 119-121

 
 
 

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