was good night and day,
winter, summer, spring and fall,
dull days and bright days
Adapted from the passage:
Mr. Zuckerman took fine care of Wilbur all the rest of his days, and the pig was often visited by friends and admirers, for nobody ever forgot the year of his triumph and the miracle of the web.
Life in the barn was very good—night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days.
It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.
From the book, Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White (Harper and Row: New York, 1952).
Thinking of the seasons and wondering if this line of words may be the best ever at described what happens and the earth spins around the sun every 365 days.
Night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days.
The best place to be.
The glory of everything.
PS: See more Thurber at For Muggs and Rex.
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