Wild Child

“Time for bed,”
Mother Earth said.
“Not for a while,”
said her wild child.
“A song, first.
I need a song
to play in my head
before going to bed.”

So Mother Earth
gave her child a song….
But then this wild child wants a snack and PJs and a kiss….
Lynn Plourde’s text snaps and crackles like the leaves of fall as Mother Earth gently gets her daughter ready for bed. And Greg Couch’s extraordinary illustrations take readers from the soft greens of late summer through the fiery oranges of a fall sunset to the peaceful blues of early winter’s eve. Wild children and their parents will revel in this scrumptious, loving tribute to the wonders of nature and of family.