Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

It's a gloomy day, and no rain to boot.  But yesterday was warm and sunny.  I walked to a favorite bookstore and looked for books for my friend's two year old granddaughter.  I love children's books.  When I was a kid there were few books:  nursery tales, fairy tales, the Pokey Little Puppy.  Later there were the Bobbsey Twins and Nancy Drew.  When I was nine and had tuberulosis, my mother read the Encyclopedia Brittanica's Children's Classics, including Treasure Island, Black Beauty, Robinson Crusoe and Lamb's Shakespeare's Tales.  My love of reading began then.  It is such a treat that my grandchildren have all these amazing, beautiful, funny books to read.  I'm enchanted by them myself.  Well, except for Harry Potter, which my granddaughter loves but I cannot abide.  With the two little grandsons we're still doing cardboard books mostly, in case a urge to snack on a book occurs.  They both love flap books and peek-a-boo and the older adores the silliness of Dr. Seuss.  I returned from my outing with four books I'd never heard of or read, and promptly sat down to peruse them before boxing them up to mail.  The colors, the imagination, the delight!