But in the garden the sun still shone. The innumerable bees hummed. The scent of thyme hung on the air. But only the Natterjack was there to breathe the fragrant essence of it.
He and the garden were waiting. They were waiting for more children. They didn't care how long they waited. They had all the time in the world.
-The Time Garden, Edward Eager
Still, even without the country or a lake, the summer was a fine thing, particularly when you were at the beginning of it, looking ahead into it. There would be months of beautifully long, empty days, and each other to play with, and the books from the library.
Edward EagerThe best kind of book," said Barnaby, "is a magic book."
"Naturally," said John.
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