I have always loved this story by Johanna Spyri. I especially loved watching the Shirley Temple version when I was growing up. Seeing her play with Schwanli and Baerli, her two little goats. Running through the gorgeous Alps, picking flowers and eating her lunch of crusty bread and fresh cheese out of a little pail lined with gingham fabric with Peter by her side.

But, most of all, I loved her little bedroom. Being tucked up in the eaves of the house, her window overlooking the mountains, the smell of fresh air and warm hay around her as she drifted off to sleep.

Yesterday, I felt just like her. The day was just so perfect! A Spring day that gives you a taste of Summer yet to come. I stripped the bed and washed the duvet cover. I let it finish drying over the airer and it was slowly baked in the warmth of the sun, as its edges rippled from the breeze coming through the window.

I fell asleep last night to the gentle pitter-patter of rain and the smell of the sun and fresh air against my cheek. I felt just like Heidi nestled in her little loft with the sweet smell of hay surrounded by the beauty of Spring.

2 thoughts on “Heidi

  1. the REAL girl

    I used to listen to Heidi on a tape when I was little…as I was reading this post, I could actually ‘hear’ the narrator in my head….wow, how times fly but some things stay with you. It’s a simple story really but so in touch with what is really important. So much better than sponge bob!! who wears square pants anyway!!

  2. Daniel Adams

    I saw this on Pinterest. It was on a copy that I read when I was ten and that was 61 years ago. I have one just like it now uneven pages and all. Love her work. Thank you.

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