The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go.

— Opal Whiteley

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When one does look up at the grand trees growing up almost to the sky, one does always have longings to pray.


It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree. He has an understanding soul. After I talked with him and listened unto his voice, I slipped down out of his arms.


Potatoes are very interesting folks. I think they must see a lot of what is going on in the earth - they have so many eyes.


The matter of making christening robes for caterpillars, it is not a difficult one; the difficulty is to get a frisky caterpillar to keep still while one is putting on his christening robe. And then it is a problem to keep it on, after one does get it on. I do have much troubles with caterpillars crawling out of their christening robes after I do get them on.


I like to sing when I have works to do - it does so help.


And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows.


By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart.