I was just leafing through Cecily Parsley's Nursery Rhymes the other day,
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| Like you do |
when I saw this picture:
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| A Bunny Pub |
and was pleased to notice on the right, that Beatrix Potter had put bluebells and newly-unfurling bracken together, just as I did it my sketchbook. I felt sort of warm, and fully justified, like I'm doing my field journal right.
I got another warm feeling when I read this brilliant biography of Beatrix Potter recently:
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| A Very Good Book |
as it explained the whole it-was-a-patriarchal-conspiracy-to-diss-Potter's-mycological-fieldwork-discoveries in a way that made it all seem less nasty than you thought.
Less nasty than you thought, always a good thing to discover.