We're one chapter away from finishing reading the little clowncars' first chapter book: Charlotte's Web. What a lovely book. I didn't remember much of it from my youth, so I'm sorta rediscovering it as we read it.
I read this paragraph to the girls last night and actually got choked up. Charlotte is speaking to Wilber. She is (spoiler alert) dying.
“Your future is assured. You will live, secure and safe, Wilbur. Nothing can harm you now. These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, and the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world, for you mean a great deal to Zuckerman and he will not harm you, ever. Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur—this lovely world, these precious days…”
Gorgeous prose. Simple, sweet, evocative.