and their names were —
They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.
“NOW, my dears,” said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.”
“NOW run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”
THEN old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker’s. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
– The Tale of Peter Rabbit, Beatrix Potter, 1902
I always loved it when my mom read Beatrix Potter to my sister and me, and then I loved reading them to my sister. It was a real treat in 2003 when we got to go to Beatrix Potter’s House in the Lake District of England. Her instructions to the National Trust were that her house should always look as if she had just stepped out and would be back home any minute, and that is just how it felt!
Thanks for all the great stories big and small, mom, and for a lifetime love of reading.