Might I Have a Bit of Earth?
"Might I," quavered Mary, "might I have a bit of earth?" In her eagerness she did not realise how queer the words would sound and that they were not the ones that she had meant to say. Mr Craven looked quite startled. "Earth!" he repeated. "What do you mean?" "To plant seeds in - to make things grow - to see them come alive." The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett As a child I read this book many times. The Secret Garden always invoked feelings of magic and mystery, of old dead things coming back to life and of birds and woodland creatures. This is the kind of garden I have always dreamed of having. The garden that has lived in my imagination, hiding, waiting, patiently for it's chance to become more than just a dream. Living in a small flat as we do. We do not have a garden. Not any kind of garden at all... and this is something I have longed for, for many years. Particularly now that I