gosling-storm

Updated: May 27, 2025

However, I didn't go till October. You needn't think I'd stayed away from the farm all that time, while the tender things were opening, the tiny top-heavy beans pushing up, the garden-sarse greening, the little grass-blades two and two, while all the young creatures were coming forward, the chickens breaking the shell, and the gosling-storm brewing and dealing destruction, while the strawberries were growing ripe and red up in the high field, and the hay and clover were getting in, you needn't think I'd stayed away from all that had been pleasant in my life, without many a good heart-ache; and when at last I saw the dear old gray house again, all weather-beaten and homely, standing there with its well-sweep among the elms, I fairly cried.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 07, No. 40, February, 1861