One afternoon at the end of August, Moominpappa was walking about in his garden feeling at a loss. He had no idea what to do with himself, because it seemed everything there was to be done had already been done or was being done by somebody else.Tove Jansson (words and illustration), from Moominpappa at Sea, 1965
Moominpappa aimlessly pottered about in his garden, his tail dragging along the ground behind him in a melancholy way. Here, down in the valley, the heat was scorching; everything was still and silent, and not a little dusty. It was the month when there could be great forest fires, the month for taking great care.
Translated by Kingsley Hart
5 maids a-milking:
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMIN! thank you for this.
xoxoxoxo
I believe the Moomins were the first things to move me, in this world, other than what I needed for survival.
@W&M: You're so welcome.
@LPC: This in no way surprises me; they remind me so of you. When did you first stumble upon them?
Moominpappa. We call Ammie Moomin sometimes. I look forward to reading her this and maybe you reading her this too.
Moomins! My ex introduced me to the series...seems to be what my exes do (introduce me to good children's books.)
Thank you!
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