Feb 24, 2025
I only like to recommend books that are happy and cheerful... I know there are sad things out in the world... but I just don't want to dwell on them. I just stick my head in the sand. I don't want to face the facts. All the scientists are determined to tell us what the moon is made of and what the stars are... and why there are rainbows... but I just don't want to know. When i wish on a star, I don't need to know what it's made of--as for me, when a thing is beautiful what does it matter why? I never get tired of looking at the moon. One night it is small and round as a shiny, ice-cold, white marble and the next it's a big soft yellow moon. How can we be bored when nature gives us so many wonders to look at?