I read another Oscar Wilde story. It was a very short,5 page fable like story. I don’t usually read fantasy but this was a nice little change of pace.
There was a beautiful garden where all the children in the village played. It was the giants garden but he had been out of town for years.
One day, the giant returned and yelled at the children that it was his garden to play in, not there’s. He built a wall around the garden so no one could come inside his garden again.
Winter came and persisted month after month, well past when spring and then summer should have arrived. Can you guess what happened?
The moral of the story was very obvious to me right away but I am sure Wilde wrote this for children. I still enjoyed it a short and sweet bed time story. You can read it here.
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I love the Oscar Wilde story. I felt taken away to another world. I’m glad the Giant learned to love children before his own death. It’s so sad to think of a garden without seasons all because of an old, selfish person. Makes me think how children need the seasons while the seasons need the children. Thanks for this story. I’ve never heard of it.
From the few Wilde reading experiences I’ve had, I don’t think his morals were ever hidden that deeply.
Tea, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m glad he learned to love children as well.
John, I don’t think so either.
It looks like we’re having a bit of a wild/e moment lately!
Em
Emeire, we sure are.