She later moved to London and in 1911 met and married Ernest Smith, a sculptor; they lived in Chelsea and had no children. On March 16, 1920, in her forty-ninth year, Edith died tragically by drowning in the Thames, while gathering buds from chestnut trees. Isn't that just the saddest?
On January 1, 1906, Edith mad the first entry in a diary which was to record the countryside through the changing seasons. Her words, all carefully written by hand, include her favorite poems, personal thoughts, and observations on the wildlife surrounding her home in the village of Olton, Warwickshire.
She allowed no one to see this book. For seventy years, this book had lain undiscovered until it was found on the shelves of an English country house! Wouldn't you loved to have been the one to find it?
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She looks so tiny doesn't she?
Isn't the nest sweet?
This book goes from January to December and every illustration is just breathtaking.