Early, very early this morning
Before my neighbor left to do the milking,
Before the far away hum of the city herald the beginning of another day,
Muffled in furs and blankets and hand-knit mittens and socks
I braved the winter cold and biting wind
and traveled far.
I followed two children into the mystery and danger of the Far North.
Encountered witches and armour- wearing Polar Bears.
Words from the pages of Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass.
Then a little boy and girl, Kai and Gerda introduced me to the terror of Hans Christen Andersen’s The Snow Queen.
Along with four brave English children I fought the White Witch in the devastating cold of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, from C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia.
It was the written world that evoked all these rich memories of favorite books. Words so strongly, so bravely written I read them aloud, flung them into air to relieve again my years of living in the biting cold of the Canadian North.
You’ll find these and other honest words when you visit this blog THE KITCHEN’S GARDEN. You might want to turn up the heat, or cuddle under a warm blanket.