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Charlotte Warr (Andersen)
I finshed reading "Dandelion Wine" by Ray Bradbury - loved it! Even though the book takes place in the summer there is a scene towards the end that I have to quote in honor of the day:
When everyone's mouths were absolutely crammed full of miracles, Grandmother sat back and said, "Well, how do you like it?
And the relatives, including Aunt Rose, and the boarders, faced a terrible dilemma. Speak and break the spell, or continue allowing this honey-syrup food of the gods to dissolve and melt away to glory in their mouths? They looked as if they might laugh or cry at the cruel dilemma. They looked as if they might sit there forever, untouched by fire or earth-quake, or shooting in the street, a massacre of innocents in the yard, overwhelmed with effluviums and promises of immortality. All villians were innocent in this moment of tender herbs, sweet celeries, luscious roots. The eye sped over a snow field where lay fricassees, salmagundis, gumbos, freshly invented succotashes, chowders, ragouts. The only sound was a primeval bubbling from the kitchen and the clock-like chiming of fork-on-plate announcing the seconds instead of the hours.
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