Thursday, July 10, 2025

In search of something small

 Mary Russell Mitford, the English writer, liked to walk through natural places. She knew when violets bloomed and where to find them. When the time came, she had to get outdoors. 

What a renewal of heart and mind! To inhabit such a scene of peace and sweetness is again to be fearless, gay, and gentle as a child. Then it is that thought becomes poetry, and feeling religion.

 

• Source: Mary Russell Mitford’s essay “Violeting” is in Our Village; London: The Macmillan Company, 1893. Project Gutenberg has it here:

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2496/2496-h/2496-h.htm
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