The Wind in the Willows – A Gift for Our Inner Child

“When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
―Kenneth Grahame,The Wind in the Willows

I am feeling a little aimless today and thought I would dig through my small collection of classic children’s books (read years ago and/or recently because I am a kid at heart!)… and…