“How different everything was outside the chicken house! There was fresh air everywhere and it didn’t smell of chicken droppings or fortified chicken feed anywhere. When Henrietta had gotten accustomed to the brightness, she saw that things outside were not only green but blue as well.”
“What the real garden had failed to do, the toy garden did. It made me aware of nature—not, indeed, as a storehouse of forms and colors but as something cool, dewy, fresh, exuberant.”
I know that you don’t believe it, but indeed, life will bring you through. You will live it down in time. What you need now is fresh air, fresh air, fresh air!”