I hope you are having a pleasant summer! It is beautiful here in the Lake District. Jemima is going to continue on the south road around Esthwaite Water that Pig Blanding took at the signpost. . . .
|photo credit: Nigel Whitehouse/Guzelian|
The holiday house that Beatrix's parents rented (then called Lakefield and now called Ees Wyke) overlooked this lovely lake. In my research I found that the lake was put up for sale in 2013. Jemima has a tale to tell us about a frog that lives along Esthwaite water. Here is our map so you can see where we are. . . .
We are to meet her on Ees Bridge that crosses Cunsey Beck. . . .
|photo credit: David Long|
This bridge was rebuilt in 1907 using stone quarried from Hill Top land. . . .
Quack, QUACK! I wanted you to meet me on the bridge so I could show where Jeremy Fisher had his close call! He told me just the other day—the day when we had a nice gentle rain. He’d dug up a bunch of worms and planned to invite his friends Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise and Sir Isaac Newton to lunch if he caught more than 5 minnows.
The Tale of Jeremy Fisher
As told by Jemima Puddle-Duck
Mr. Jeremy Fisher remembered to put on his macintosh and a pair of galoshes. A good thing he did because when he had his close call his macintosh helped his escape! QUACK! With his rod and basket in hand he hopped to where he kept his boat. . . .
It was well-hidden amongst the lily pads. He untied the rope. . . .
.....and pushed his way with a reed pole to where he was sure he’d find the minnows. . . .
After an hour of nothing happening he grew tired and hungry. . .
So he sat back and ate his lunch—a butterfly sandwich. . . .
Jeremy had left his foot to dangle in the water where a water beetle gave it a tweak! But no, that was not the close call. Quack! . . . .
After finishing his lunch he pushed his way to another spot and let down his hook. Suddenly, the float began to bobble. . . .
Instead of a minnow, though, he’d caught a stickleback covered with spines. . . .
It floundered about in the little boat before jumping back in the water. Poor Jeremy nursed his sore fingers, but no, this was not the close call either. . . .
It was what happened next! A huge trout jumped out of the water and snatched Jeremy right away! QUACK1 QUACK!. . . .
Thankfully, the macintosh tasted so bad that the trout spit Jeremy out of his mouth. But his galoshes were lost. . . .
Jeremy climbed up the embankment and hopped home without his rod and basket which he didn’t mind so much because he never planned to go fishing again! QUACK! . . . .
He invited his friends to dinner anyway. Mr. Tortoise brought a salad and Jeremy served them a roasted grasshopper with lady-bird sauce from his larder. . . .
You can listen to the story as written by Beatrix here. . . .
The animated version starts at 13:55 minutes just after The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy Winkle, although you may want to watch the very beginning with the live-action scenes at Hill Top Farm. . . .
The ballet of Jeremy Fisher's tale is quite delightful. . . .
As a child Beatrix had a pet frog. She'd also go fishing with her father and his friends, so she was familiar with the frog's habitat and dangers. She first wrote the story in 1893. The next year she drew nine sketches of frogs and sold them to a publisher who used them with verses by Clifton Bingham in 1896. In 1902 she suggested to Norman that she expand the story she'd written years ago. It wasn't until 1905 that she was able to convince him that even though "some people don't like frogs" she felt she could "make it a really pretty book with a good many flowers and water plants for backgrounds." She said of the illustrations that she had tried to copy Caldecott, but felt she'd failed, so I do not feel so bad about failing to capture Beatrix's style! It encourages me to find my own style and improve upon that. For more background information about The Tale of Jeremy Fisher go HERE.
I am one of those people Beatrix knew were not a fan of frogs so I only practiced drawing Jeremy a few times this month. . . .
Frogs are not particularly cute, in my estimation. This toad decided to burrow into my flower pot on the top step to my front porch. . . .
My plant has since died!
This is Beatrix's watercolor that I'm going to paint. . . .
My preliminary drawing. . . .
I decided to take a photograph before I finished painting the background just in case I didn't know when to stop (which seems to be my modus operandi). . . .
This is the final watercolor (after not stopping when I should have and then trying to "repair" it). . . .
Peter Rabbit's Little Guide To Life shares the lesson learned from today's story. . . .
"When you are invited to a dinner party, it is polite to arrive on time and wear your best clothes, like Mr. Jeremy Fisher's guests. Always bring a thoughtful present for your host, though flowers or chocolates may be more appreciated than a bag full of lettuce."
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