"For happiness, how little suffices for happiness, the least thing precisely, the gentlest thing, a lizards rustling, a breath, a wink, an eye glance - little maketh up the best happiness. Be still."
Neiteche
The farm at that time was a quiet place with few diversions outside of the natural world. In letters my father writes extensively about the animals; pig-pig, the old chickens, the horses and the cow Olga "who is very nice and gets lots of pats from your son". This strong connection to nature would stay with my father his whole life.
Carlo Fleurdelys and Olga
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