To Rachel Carson nature is a fairyland of birdsong and wildflowers foxes and bees
Ambling through the woods near her family's farm outside Pittsburgh Pennsylvania Rachel rarely sets off without her trusty companions Mother dog and notebook If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life
Using all her senses Rachel sees busy bugs as big and beautiful as tigers hears a symphony of cardinals and chickadees
smells woodsmoke on the wind from nearby farms tastes plump wild blueberries that line her path feels the spongy carpet of moss beneath her feet
