Excerpts about nature from the autobiography of St. Therese, Story of a Soul AH! HOW QUICKLY those sunny years passed by, those years of my childhood, but what a sweet imprint they have left on my soul! I recall the days Papa used to bring us to the pavilion; the smallest details are impressed in my heart. I recall especially the Sunday walks when Mamma used to accompany us. I still feel the profound and poetic impressions which were born in my soul at the sight of fields enameled with corn-flowers and all types of wild flowers. Already...
