Fairies -- Juvenile fiction; Natural history -- Juvenile fiction
"In the garden plots all the flowers have fled except the hardy winter
roses; the fallen seeds have hidden themselves as far down under the
warm earth as they could creep.
"Everything is resting. The fruit-trees stand bare and brown and
still, and you might think their life was gone. But on every branch
sit the little buds which the tree-mother made in the long days of the
busy summer. They are snugly wrapped in thick woolly blankets till the
sun returns and the air is warm again. Then they will fling aside
their coverings and dance out in the wind.
"Everything is waiting for the spring. The flies have hidden
themselves away under the grass and in the hedges, and have gone to
sleep till the cold dark days are done. Butterflies and moths have
laid their last eggs and have hidden themselves away, to die, most of
them. Bees keep close within their hives; the hum of insect life is
stilled.
"The snails have buried themselves in the ground, sinking into their
shells and fastening their little doors so tightly that no enemy can
come in. Round the pond, too, the frogs have buried themselves in the
soft mud to sleep till winter is over, leaving only openings enough for
air.
"The wheatfield is being ploughed, that Jack Frost may break the earth
for next year's crop. On the roadside the empty grass-heads stand,
white and beautiful with fine frost-work, but dead beneath their beauty.
"Of the birds who sang their joyous way through the other seasons only
the braver ones are left. The rest have flown to find a warmer land
till spring returns. So ends the tale."
WINTER TIME
Snow, snow! How the winds blow.
Across the sky the white flakes go.
Their steps are fast--their steps are slow--
They mean some mischief, that I know.
Cold, cold! Jack Frost is bold.
He nips the toes of young and old.
But better laugh than cry and scold.
Come for a slide with me. Take hold!
Run, run! The slide is done.
We'll warm ourselves without the sun.
Now snow is here and frost's begun,
The Winter will be splendid fun.
PRINTED BY CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED, LA BELLE SAUVAGE, LONDON, E.C.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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