Quote of the day from T.H. White’s The Once and Future King.
He was clean-shaven, sunburned, nervous, gnarled like the roots of the trees; but gnarled and mature with weather and poetry rather than age, for he was scarcely thirty years old….At the moment, he was lying on his back and looking upwards, but not into the sky.
Robin Wood [his real name according to the book] lay happily with his head in Marian’s lap. She sat between the roots of the lime tree, clad in a one-piece smock of green girded with a quiver of arrows, and her feet and arms were bare. She had let down the brown shining waterfall of her hair, which was usually kept braided in pigtails for convenience in hunting and cookery, and with falling waves of this she framed his head. She was singing a duet with him softly, and tickling the end of his nose with the fine hairs. (page 98)
I came across this passage and felt tickled, so I read it to Will, who said it was my ideal life. Haha!