This was my absolute favorite book when I was a little girl... and tonight it was Audrey's choice of a bedtime story. After all these years, it still moves me, and I imagine myself perched on the hillock beside the little house, dipping my toes in the brook, or swaying in the wind beneath the apple trees.
I'm not sure if it's Virginia Burton's method of breathing life into the little house, giving it a character all its own; or the way her illustrations masterfully and yet simply highlight the cyclical beauty of seasons alongside the devastating mechanization of the modern world, but it provides the perfect ending to any kind of day.
If you haven't read it, you should.
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