For the first time in four billion years a living creature had contemplated himself and heard with a sudden, unaccountable loneliness, the whisper of the wind in the night reeds.

~ Loren Eiseley

Loren Eiseley Music Reeds Wind

They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.

~ Enid Blyton

Enid Blyton Bats Heather Honeysuckle Nature Night Reeds Scents Sounds Thyme