Once When She Was Seven

natasha newton

What day is it?
It’s today, squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day, said Pooh.

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I was outside just now bringing in the evening’s firewood. When I came into the kitchen, I noticed our wicker chair had been moved to one of the windows that overlooks the farm. But I couldn’t see anyone in the chair.

Then while I was loading the stove, Quetzal called to me. She was sitting in the chair.

“I’m just watching the world,” she said. “The rain falling down and the snow and the black trees in the back.”

Quetzal is seven. She had a bowl of blueberries and grapes to watch the world with. She’s having a sleepover tonight at a friend’s house, and all day she has been asking me when it will be time to go.

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painting: natasha newton

3 responses to “Once When She Was Seven

  1. Watching the world can be a comfort. <3

  2. Lovely! Excellent to read your blog – what superb illustrations and photos. I am glad I chanced upon your writings – I enjoyed reading ‘snow bread.’ something rings so true with me, here in rural france, I shall look forward to more!

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