Landscape of Childhood

In My Life in Middlemarch, Rebecca Mead writes:

"[George] Eliot found regenerative inspiration in the remembrance of the landscape of her childhood. Her love for the deep green England of Warwickshire was the foundation of her belief that the love we have for the landscape in which we have grown up has a quality that can never be matched by our admiration of any environment discovered later, no matter how beautiful."

Mead quotes Eliot from The Mill on the Floss:

"These familiar flowers, these well-remembered bird notes, this sky with its fitful brightness, these furrowed and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the capricious hedgerows — such things as these are the mother tongue of our imagination ..."

And later, this line, which I quote in my own book: "We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it." 

I read these passages on a bumpy flight to my hometown, sick at heart, sick in stomach, but imagining the balm that awaited me — my own "furrowed and grassy fields." And knowing there would be some comfort there. And as always, there has been.