The Joy of Mud

The Joy of Mud

When I was young, there was a bare patch under some tall and shady basswood trees (I called them ‘lollipop trees’, as that is what they looked like) where regular grass just didn’t want to grow.  So, I started to play mud games with the hose.  While my brothers were...
For Enid Blyton

For Enid Blyton

(A Children’s Story for Grown-Ups) Editor’s note:  The Pendulum has already swung back to defend Enid Blyton’s Noddy books from charges of racism and of excessive insensitivity to such human afflictions as having large ears.  See the Independent...