Oh my...

"Scratching at the earth, playing with lumps of clay, stroking leaves and flowers, polishing horse chestnuts, popping seed pods, I was learning things that are never taught by books and syllabuses. I learnt to recognize the buttercup and the clover, the phlox, the fluorescent blue of the morning glory, the butterfly, the ladybird, the glowworm, the dew, the spiders’ webs and the strands of gossamer; I learnt that the red of the holly is redder than the cherry laurel or the mountain ash, that autumn blooms the peach and bronzes the leaves, that the sun rises and sets in the sky although you cannot see it moving. The wealth of colours and scents excited me. Everywhere, in the green water of the ponds, in the waving grasses of the fields, under the thorny hedgerows and in the heart of the woods were hidden treasures that I longed to discover."