“If I have a son, he shall salute the lords and ladies who unfurl green hoods to the March rains, and shall know them afterwards by their scarlet fruit (…) He shall see death and revolution in the burnet moth, black and red, crawling from a house of yellow talc tied half-way up a tall grass (…) All these I learnt when I was a child and each recalls a place or occasion that might otherwise be lost. They were my own discoveries. They taught me to look at the world with my own eyes and with attention. They gave me a first content with the universe. Town-dwellers lack this intimate content, but my son shall have it!”
 

'All These I Learnt' by the travel writer Robert Byron.