We have an old Beatrix Potter story book, well worn from 12 years of sharing and enjoying with my girls. Her prose is so rich and vibrant, it never fails to draw my children close to the page.
Last week, a friend mentioned that she always takes her daughter to visit Peter Rabbit’s House when she is in Newtown.
I had no idea what she was talking about. How was it that I didn’t know about this adorable little spot?
The Princess and I went looking for this spot, while her older sisters were rehearsing for the Wizard of Oz at Town Hall. It’s a little area, hidden behind a large, elegant park and garden near the police station.
In Connecticut terms, it was right around the corner.
My photos didn’t quite capture the charm and sweetness of the spot.
We wandered down little paths from the house to find Flopsy, Mopsey and Cotton Tail nibbling on berries, a little wooden bridge to cross and a few other classic Potter characters. We went through the gate into Mr. McGregor’s garden and carefully stayed on the path so we would disturb the recently seeded area.
The Princess insisted that we return with her sisters following rehearsal. She knew the would love it!
Upon our return home, the old book came out and we read all our favorites again.
They loved hearing the stories.
And they loved learning that they have something in common with Beatrix Potter, in addition to a love of bunnies, cats and flowers. She never went to school.
“Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.” -Beatrix Potter