Anne Louise Averyさんのイラストまとめ

There are ghosts in the birch woods, said Wolf, as they sat by the fire. Of what, trembled Pine Marten.
Of navvies, of soldiers, of old-fashioned ladies taking their walks. Have you seen one? Oh yes, I saw a red-haired lady once, on All Hallows, sobbing & running, & a man… https://t.co/LF3JmmzRS6

It was Our Lady Day, the first quarter day of the year & Old Fox was a hive of activity. When Wolf came down for breakfast, there was a basket of warm saffron buns on the kitchen table & a note which read "Gone to church to do flowers, then to bank, then to pay Grey Brock."

Daffodils and Narcissi
Hodo Nishimura
ca.1930s

The North-east wind is on his way, cloaked in his darken clouds, said Old Fox, who'd been out to cut wood. As he spoke, the kitchen door banged & the lamps flickered. Will he come here, asked Pine Marten. Oh yes, I know him by his old name of Caecias, we go a very long way back.

The Enchanted Garden
1889
Marie Spartali Stillman (1844-1927)

There'd been a flourish of deliveries that morning for the Little Girl's Aunt. The Stoat from the flower shop in Dorchester brought a sea-green velvet box full of mimosa blossom & Wolf came with a tall pile of brightly-wrapped packages. They're books, but I'm not to tell who from

Saint Scholastica's Day & in her honour, Old Fox was making two dishes of Roman artichokes - Carciofi alla Romana, simply cooked with wine & wild mint & Carciofi alla Giudía, deep fried, hot & crispy, as bright as sunflowers. 'Spect she liked the fried ones best, said Wolf.

I think I'll make some Banbury cakes, said Old Fox. It's rather a gloomy day & Wolf's been out sketching, so he'll need a nice tea. One of your recipes? asked Babcia. No, said Old Fox, from an acquaintance, long gone now, a true rascal but very good company, name of Gervase.

It was a glorious winter day. A swift sea & wind-scoured skies. Sea Otter was sailing round the coast to Mousehole, the gulls following his boat. A fine friend had just died & as he drank his tea & smoked his pipe, in all that silvery landlessness, the world felt full of signs.

Old Fox had gone with the Little Girl to meet her Aunt from the London train. They walked from the Abbey, talking about many things along the way. At the station, they had teacakes in the refreshment room & listened to all the railway gossip from Mr Hartforth, the station master.