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Opal Irene Whiteley (December 11, 1897—February 16, 1992) was an American nature writer and diarist whose childhood journal was first published in 1920 as The Story of Opal in serialized form in the Atlantic Monthly, then later that same year as a book with the title The Story of Opal: The Journal of an Understanding Heart. The diary gave Whiteley a celebrity status in her home state of Oregon, where she toured giving lectures on nature and the environment.

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I like to sing when I have works to do - it does so help.

Doe, Helping, Like, Sing, Singing, Works

When one does look up at the grand trees growing up almost to the sky, one does always have longings to pray.

Growing, Growing Up, Look, Sky, Tree, Trees

And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows.

Shadow, Language, I Have Learned, Shadows, Know

Potatoes are very interesting folks. I think they must see a lot of what is going on in the earth - they have so many eyes.

Eye, Thinking, Interesting, Earth, Potatoes

The matter of making christening robes for caterpillars, it is not a difficult one; the difficulty is to get a frisky caterpillar to keep still while one is putting on his christening robe. And then it is a problem to keep it on, after one does get it on. I do have much troubles with caterpillars crawling out of their christening robes after I do get them on.

Difficult, Doe, Making, Matter, Problem

And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all their growing days there in the ground, and all the things they did hear. Earth-voices are glad voices, and earth-songs come up from the ground through the plants; and in their flowering, and in the days before these days are come, they do tell the earth-songs to the wind. . . I have thinks these potatoes growing here did have knowings of star-songs.

Song, Stars, Thinking, Picking, Potatoes, Tell

The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go.

Dream, Dreams, Leaves, Song, Trees, Wind

It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree. He has an understanding soul. After I talked with him and listened unto his voice, I slipped down out of his arms.

Voice, Tree, Understanding, Comfort, Arms, Angelo

By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart.

Brook, Heart, Joy, Sing, Singing, Song

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