“E.B. White watched his wife Katharine planning the planting of bulbs in her garden in the last autumn of her life and later wrote about it: “There was something comical yet touching in her bedraggled appearance… The small hunched-over figure, her studied absorption in the implausible notion that there would be yet another spring, oblivious to the ending of her own days, which she knew perfectly well was near at hand, sitting there with her detailed chart under those dark skies in dying October, calmly plotting the resurrection.”
–Robert Raines, A Time to Live, p. 192-3
