My tree on the sunside. Songs and apples and sleeping late, you know. Nobody buzzing around and telling me that things cannot be postponed… I’m going to let things run themselves. Just leave them alone and you’ll be surprised. The oranges grow, and the flowers open, and now and then a new Joxter is born to eat them and smell them. And the sun shines on it all.
— Joxter — The Exploits of Moominpappa (via vederlicht)