#ernest shepard

Piglet: “How do you spell ‘love’?” Pooh: “You don’t spell it… you feel it.”

A friend is one of the nicest things you can have and one of the nicest things you can be.

Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

“We’ll be Friends Forever, won’t we, Pooh?” asked Piglet. “Even longer,” Pooh answered.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

What’s wrong with knowing what you know now and not knowing what you don’t know until later?

If it’s not Here, that means it’s out There.

If people are upset because you’ve forgotten something, console them by letting them know you didn’t forget—you just weren’t remembering.

I always get to where I'm going by walking away from where I have been.

People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.

I wonder how many wishes a star can give.

Those who are clever, who have a Brain, never understand anything.

Because Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.

“What day is it?” asked Pooh. “It's today,” squeaked Piglet. “My favorite day,” said Pooh.

Pooh and Piglet go hunting

By @hereoncloudnine. I told her:

had a tangential Pooh dream last night so weird

still could tell you Eeyore's birthday. That must be in deep.

first art I did that hung framed were just aping Shepard's pictures

one of the first presents I remember were Pooh drawings from my Aunt Ann Mary.

- Winnie-the-pooh. A. A. Milne. Illustrated by Ernest H. Shepard.

A series of tales told to one Christopher Robin and his teddy bear —originally Rupert Bear, then Winnie-TheR-Pooh, and finally just Pooh Bear —about themselves and several others in a forest. Be it easily spooked Piglet, bossy Rabbit, depressed (and sometimes passive-aggressive) Eeyore, chatty (and sometimes arrogant) Owl, motherly Kanga, very young Roo, and quite a few others more. Tales of adventure and friendship for young readers, with something of gentler fairy tales and wonder.

Super-famous classic of children’s literature, almost as beloved as seemingly resented (usually by ‘edgy’ adults, ahem! But also, history has it, by the author, the illustrator and even the real Christopher themselves). While it’s much more known for the numerous animated adaptations, it’s the original text and illustrations that truly made it a perennial tale.

And like virtually all tales better known by adaptations (animated but also movies in general, or tv shows), readers are often surprised to see how different the original version is. In this case, with a charming propensity for clever, seemingly nonsensical poetry woven in, and a certain dose of dry British humor. Also the illustrations —Shepard gives the tales a certain whimsical spark that makes it all work so well.

Followed by a sequel and two somewhat-related poetry collections, all usually presented as a single pack.

Quite recommended for all ages.