Oh my! Oh my!

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I started re-reading “The Wind in the Willows” on Monday, and really envy Mole’s joy, in chapter one, at the onset of spring…

‘Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said “Bother”‘ and “O blow!” and also “Hang spring-cleaning!” and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously…. he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, “Up we go! Up we go!” till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.’

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Then I went out into the garden and saw this. Oh my!

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The next afternoon another hill appeared. And on Friday morning this is what I saw…

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Oh my! Oh my! (as Mole was known to say)….