Waxing Poetic

Maybe it is the rain. Maybe it is the sad dog story we just went through. Either way, I stumbled upon a hundred-year-old book, recently translated into English. Nature Stories will be tucked away in a cubby of La Rana for campfire reading. Jules Renard describes a donkey as "a rabbit who's grown up" and a butterfly as a "love-letter, folded in two, looking for a flowery address." Sappy, I know, but in the right setting, it beats reading the AAA maps in the glove box.