in re: reverie

The kingcups look like kingcups, the silver birches look like silver birches, the stinging nettle like stinging nettle, broad bean blossoms like broad bean blossoms.

The sound! The textures of the sound! The sound of dry dirt beneath thumping feet, rustling grass staticking in the breeze, the hollowness of the echoes in the the chambers of the warrens. The hushness of the sniffs and whiskers.

I started the book over the weekend. 💙 The great lengths the author went to describing birds and plants tell me he was what I believe to be a naturalist. Reminds me of Annie Dillard and even Laura Ingalls Wilder—I’m sure there is a lot more out there like it. But I’m really fixated on this story, Watership Down, in its animation and literary forms.