I want a picnic!

In English countryside, with roasted eggs, potatoes, richly warm milk, honeybuns and clotted cream! Doing garden work while listening to the wilderness' call, mockingbirds and skylarks' morning greetings, praises for the sunrise after a long storm. Frances Burnett describes it all too perfectly. A perfect union with nature and no dissonance -- something I've been wanting to do since I read this book back in the day.

I guess I will comfort myself with the fact that I can have any adventure that I wish for while reading. Only in a book, my dear, only in a book... *pats self*

"Across the lawn came the Master of Misselthwaite and he looked as many of them had never seen him. And by his side with his head up in the air and his eyes full of laughter walked as strongly and steadily as any boy in Yorkshire -- Master Colin." - Secret Garden