Anne Digby

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@JimBeattie18 Yes we love Monet too. You and Anne share a birthday!

Geese in the Creek (1874) Claude Monet.

@MissAWaters1 Thanks for the like. We see you and Anne share a birthday - though a very different year of course! She always complains it's much too close to Christmas and New Year. 🎄

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Great East Window, York Minster The largest medieval stained glass in the world.

Icy Friday trails ❄️

This is how you create readers. Mum was waiting for a friend and sat reading. Doesn't matter what the book is, children are still hearing language, connecting words. It's not a child's book but the baby was engaged.

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Sketching nature, #illustration #garden #19thCenturyartist #blackandwhiteillustration #ink #womanartist

Anemones by Charles Rennie Mackintosh

If anyone would like to see a smiley harvest mouse chilling on some wheat stalks, this is your lucky day.

I have many favourite trees but this one is very close to the top of my list. Hundreds of years old, this Sweet Chestnut has witnessed the building of those walls, the hanging of the gate, the blooming and dying and blooming again of countless flowers. Every delicate twig is now tipped with a bud about to burst into green, but at the moment its intricate beauty can still be fully seen and appreciated. I hope you'll enjoy fully seeing and appreciating it alongside me. 📍 Peak District, England

March Flowers #SaraSweetland #FlowersOnFriday

A Horse Called September amzn.eu/d/0dlBstN2 We love the iconic 1970s cover!

eBook - Summer Term at Trebizon by Anne Digby · OverDrive: Free ebooks, audiobooks & movies from your library. share.google/IPz3QMU7NGvCIi…

Simple costume for World Book Day. French vision of Rebecca of Trebizon School.

Before she wrote about hidden gardens and lonely children discovering their worth, Frances Hodgson Burnett understood what it meant to lose everything. Born in industrial Manchester in 1849, she was still a girl when her father died and her family’s finances collapsed. At sixteen, she emigrated with her mother and siblings to Tennessee, not into comfort, but into post–Civil War uncertainty. Money was scarce. Expectations were low. So she did something practical and radical at the same time—she began writing to survive. Her first stories were not whimsical. They were calculated. She studied magazines, learned what sold, and wrote with discipline. By her twenties, she was the primary breadwinner for her family. That hunger—to create security from imagination—never left her. When Little Lord Fauntleroy was published in 1886, it became a phenomenon. Mothers dressed their sons in velvet suits. Critics rolled their eyes. Burnett kept going. She understood something deeper: children long to be seen as noble, capable, powerful in small bodies. A Little Princess gave us Sara Crewe, who insists that dignity is not dependent on wealth. The Secret Garden offered something quieter but more enduring—the idea that neglected things, whether gardens or children, can bloom when given light and patience. Burnett’s own life held grief, scandal, divorce, financial strain. She did not write from fantasy alone; she wrote from loss. And she kept choosing renewal. That is why her stories last. They are not about perfect childhoods. They are about resilience. About the stubborn, radical belief that even after winter, something green can push through. © History Pictures #archaeohistories

The little green dots at the end of the petals- such perfection!