“If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.”
I relish in these wonderfully intimate touches from nature–a chance to be so close to a squirrel that I can see the sunlight reflected in his eye—such opportunities are rare and very special.
And did you know that George Eliot was actually the pen name for Mary Ann Evans—a British victorian writer—who knew 😉
So many golden nuggets in such a wonderful post! 🙂