A collection of charming essays with delightful illustrations by Tunnicliffe. "a book of memories of simple ways of living, when life was rich and pockets empty."

An excerpt:

March and April were better months, for they brought spring with them. March winds and April showers Bring forth May flowers. They sprinkled the lanes with golden-eyed celandines, whose bright enamelled petals glittered like glass. They brought bird's-eye, to stare at the sky with blue innocent gaze, and the fine threads of Star of Bethlehem, white as silver, and little scented white violets to peep from the encircling leaves in banks and hedges. They brought rain, beating across the hills, blotting out all we knew, and winds which nearly swept me off my feet. The lambs ran races and played in the same old places as other generations. They leaped over the fallen tree, and sprang from the little hillock. They formed a band with a leader, as they scampered back and forward in a worn path under the wall. Daffodils nodded in the orchards and down in the river meadows. Primroses starred the banks. The first flowers were miracles of wonder and delight March and April were good months for birthdays.