To honor the PSv3 element, Air, I am reading the classic storybook, The Wind in the Willows. I read a bit each evening to my daughter as she falls asleep, and I struggle not to read ahead long after she slumbers. I am currently knitting the warm shawl which at the moment is a large black rectangle; dense and boring. I would rather share an airy and charming excerpt from the first chapter of the book, in which we meet Mole, emancipated from spring cleaning:
" It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting- everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering "Whitewash!" he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working."