Quotes 2017 #107

"The breeze of morning lifted in the bush and the smell of leaves and wet black earth mingled with the sharp smell of the sea. Myriads of birds were singing. A goldfinch flew over the shepherd's head and, perching on the tiptop of a spray, it turned to the sun, ruffling its small breast feathers. And now they had passed the fisherman's hut, passed the charred-looking little whare where Leila the milk-girl lived with her old Gran."

Katherine Mansfield, "At the Bay."

Note the use of the word WHARE. Katherine Mansfield and Janet Frame are the two novelists whose landscapes I can inhabit forever...