“"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit. "No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."”
My mother was a big Pooh fan and would read us the books before we went to bed.
I still think of the "wisdom" of Pooh.
“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”
It has been so long since I read Pooh, but today with the rain, wind, tea and honey a person's mind seems to take in a little Pooh.
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."”
So even though I am heading out to the studio to roll out tiles, I think I will take a little Pooh with me.
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”