Thursday, November 28, 2013
Grateful for flowers & snow, kittens & mittens, books & tea, oranges & toast, home & family. And you dear friends, I am grateful for you.
Wilbur looked up. At the top of the doorway three small webs were being constructed. On each web, working busily was one of Charlotte's daughters.
"Can I take this to mean," asked Wilbur, "that you have definitely decided to live here in the barn cellar, and that I am going to have three friends?"
"You can indeed," said the spiders.
from Charlotte's Web, E.B. White