All around them there was nothing but grassy prairie spreading to the edge of the sky.
Little House on the Prairie
Everything from the little house was in the wagon, except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones.
The attic and the cellar were full of good things once more, and Laura and Mary had started to make patchwork quilts. Everything was beginning to be snug and cosy again.
Little House in the Big Woods
Rabbits stood up with paws dangling, long ears twitching, and their round eyes staring at Mary and Laura.
On the Banks of Plum Creek
… and Laura let her sunbonnet slip down her back so that she could feel the wind on her face and see the whole great prairie.
By the Shores of Silver Lake
Laura Ingalls Wilder and her writings will always have a special place in my heart. Her words resonate a simple life well lived. I loved reading her books and especially loved reading her books aloud to my children. I look forward to reading them to my grandchildren. I know they will love her adventures and sound wisdom.
Happy Birthday Laura Ingalls Wilder!
February 7, 1867 – February 10, 1957
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.