Liz

“The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad monotonous song. "Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying." A little maple tree heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.”
― E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

“Children almost always hang onto things tighter than their parents think they will.”
― E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

“A little maple tree in the swamp heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.”
― E.B. White, Charlotte's Web

“A Nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest citizens, but it's lowest ones”
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom