PETER PAN’S LETTER

Waikato Times, Volume 124, Issue 20845, 1 July 1939, Page 21 (Supplement)

PETER PAN’S LETTER

J)ear girls and boys, How cold these last few mornings have been. The other day Peter awoke to find the whole world sleeping beneath a blanket of white frost and everything looked so clean and shining that the Circle People almost forgot to grumble about the cold. And what cold fingers and toes there were about that day, but the Twins, who seem to be looking on the bright side of everything these days, remarked that it would be a lovely fine day so they didn’t mind their frost-bitten fingers in the very slightest. The Sunshine Girl was not so pleased, especially when she found that she had forgotten to cover over her very best cactus plant the night before and so Jack Frost had nipped the ends of the plant very thoroughly. And have you noticed all the garden surprises about lately ? Peter has been walking along to the office with his eyes glued on all the garden fences in the hope of seeing some more signs of Lady Spring’s visit. The Sunshine Girl has begun to look for Spring articles, “because,” she said, “I want to have a Spring Page very early this year, Peter.” This morning Peter noticed that there were tiny balls of yellow fluff on the wattle trees and such a lovely sight they made too, with tiny glimpses of green here and there. And then there are the flowering peach trees just bursting into flower and the scent that is wafted along on the breeze is truly lovely while the petals of the flowers themselves look very fragile and dainty against skies of grey with tiny drifts of palest blue. The Wendy Person was so surprised the other day to find a clump of salmon pink gladioli in bloom with their petals shining with the rain and their golden centres filled with fairy dew. Then there are clumps of golden dawn jonquils blooming here and there while the snowdrops seem to be in greater profusion than ever and Peter found such a lovely bowl of them on his desk the other morning which Jenne had arranged specially for Peter. And how fragrant and precious are the daphne trees just at present with their delicate white and pink tipped flowers peeping from beneath the green shining leaves. Such fragrant breezes there are too after the rain had passed its way and the night air seems to be simply laden with the perfumes of violets and daphne. No-one, who has been flying about a great deal lately, told Peter that he is quite, quite sure that the children were having examinations again and when Peter asked those mischiefs, the Twins, if that were true they said, “Yes, Peter, they are horrible old things too, and I do wish they flew past as quickly as our holidays do.” So best of luck little members and Peter does hope that you have enough time to write to the Circle once in a while while the exams last. And now lots and lots of love to you all, the big ones, the little ones and those in-between. From yours, Searching for Lady Spring, imaawmtaiima reaiwintmtua