An April Night by Lucy Maud Montgomery The moon comes up o’er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds Over the pools and the whimpering rills; And with her the mists, like dryads that creep From their oaks, or … Continue reading
There’s something so arresting about the fevered energy that this girl is putting in to the swing of her axe; it makes me think of fairy tales where so many female characters are in danger of the woods – except unlike Red Riding Hood or Gretel, this heroine is poised to strike at whatever might … Continue reading
