'A garden is a place where the natives - impolitely referred to as 'weeds' - have been ruthlessly exterminated. They fight to return. So then starts a war that never ends. Partly to escape to more peaceful surroundings, I often retreat to wilderness.' ~C.R.Milne #gardening #weeds

Humming to himself in a sticky voice, Pooh shook Rabbit lovingly by the paw and said that he must be going on.
“Must you?” said Rabbit politely.
“Well,” said Pooh, “I could stay a little longer if it - if you -” and he tried hard to look in the direction of the larder. ~A.A.Milne

“This is Tigger.”
“What is?”
“This,” explained Pooh and Piglet, and Tigger smiled his happiest smile and said nothing.
Eeyore walked all round Tigger one way, and then turned and walked all round him the other way.
“What did you say it was?”
“Tigger.” ~A.A.Milne #thursdayvibes

The sun came back over the Forest, bringing the scent of May. All the streams of the Forest were tinkling happily to find themselves their own pretty shape again and the little pools lay dreaming of the life they had seen and the things they had done. ~A.A.Milne #MayDay2024

Pooh had forgotten to ask who Small was, and whether he was the sort of friend-and-relation who settled on one’s nose, or the sort who got trodden on by mistake, so he thought he would begin the Hunt by asking Piglet what they were looking for before he looked for it. ~A.A.Milne

There comes a Day,
One of those glorious deep blue days,
When larks are singing and bees are humming,
And Earth gives voice in a thousand ways -
Then I, my friends, I too shall sing,
And hum a foolish little thing,
And whistle like a blackbird in the Spring. ~A.A.Milne #spring

Piglet knew he had done all that he could to save himself.
“So now,” he thought, “somebody else will have to do something, and I hope they will do it soon.” And then he gave a very long sigh and said, “I wish Pooh were here. It’s so much more friendly with two. ~A.A.Milne #rain

In careless patches through the wood
The clumps of yellow primrose stood,
And sheets of white anemones,
Like driven snow against the trees,
Had covered up the violet,
But left the blue-bell bluer yet.
~A.A.Milne
#SaturdayMotivation #SpringFlowers

Pooh took down a large jar of honey. It had HUNNY written on it, but, just to make sure, he took off the paper cover. “You never can tell,” said Pooh. “I remember my uncle saying once that he had seen cheese just this colour.” So he took a large lick. ~A.A.Milne #fridayfeeling

Where am I going?
I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the
blue-bells grow -
Anywhere, anywhere.
I don't know.
~A.A.Milne #Bluebells #nature #thursdayvibes

The honey-bees are gumming
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, which is coming,
Will be fun.
For the spring is really springing;
You can see a skylark singing,
And the blue-bells, which are ringing,
Can be heard.
~A.A.Milne #bluebells #spring

'Never put off planting something or you will find that ten years later you are saying 'If only we had planted that wisteria,' and you are filled with sad thoughts. It isn't too late. Do it now, and if you don't live to enjoy it, somebody else will.' ~A.A.Milne #planting

It was going to be one of Rabbit’s busy days. He felt important, as if everything depended upon him. It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a Notice Signed Rabbit, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought About It. It was a Captainish day. ~A.A.Milne #busy

“Faith is an emotion and does not listen to reason. Like love it is something we feel. Without it - faith in the ordered running of the world, faith in other people, faith in ourselves - we could scarcely survive. And so whatever happens, faith must be kept alive.” ~C.R.Milne

He took hold of Pooh’s front paws and Rabbit took hold of Christopher Robin, and all Rabbit’s friends-and-relations took hold of Rabbit, and they all pulled together…
And then, all of a sudden, he said “Pop!” just as if a cork were coming out of a bottle.~A.A.Milne #PullTogether

“Spring came in softly through his open window; it whispered to him tales of green hedges and misty woods and close-cropped rolling grass.” ~A.A.Milne #spring #nature

Halfway between Pooh's house and Piglet's house was a Thoughtful Spot where they met sometimes when they had decided to go and see each other, and as it was warm and out of the wind they would sit down there for a little and wonder what they would do.
~A.A.Milne #thoughtfulspot

Along the narrow carpet ride,
With primroses on either side,
Between their shadows and the sun,
The cows came slowly, one by one,
Breathing the early morning air
And leaving it still sweeter there.
~A.A.Milne #wednesdaythought #spring

'Do you know the way home, Pooh?' cried Piglet.
'No,' said Pooh. 'But there are twelve pots of honey in my cupboard, and they've been calling to me for hours. If nobody says anything except those pots, I should know where they're coming from.' ~A.A.Milne
#tuesdaymotivations

“We are like a tree whose roots divide and subdivide again and again as they spread outward. Our neighbours are the same. Their roots too spread and interlace with ours. Our trunks are separate but beneath the soil an inextricably tangled network of fibres.”
~ C.R.Milne #Monday