The Secret Garden

this tumblrblog is dedicated to 'the secret garden' by frances hodgson-burnett, as well as all of its adaptations in film and other media. while i do favour the 1993 adaptation, all representations of the story will be recognized here.

by version
The Book
1949 'The Secret Garden'
1975 'The Secret Garden' (TV)
1987 'The Secret Garden'
1993 'The Secret Garden'
2001 'Back to the Secret Garden

by character
Mary Lennox, Dickon Sowerby, Colin Craven
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landofccolfer:

10 books I will never stop reading - 9. The Secret Garden

“One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever…Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone’s eyes.”

Please!

Could people kindly stop saving and re-posting images found on this blog? All original edits and screencaps are done by me personally for this tumblr, so it’s very disappointing to track ‘The Secret Garden’ tag and find these edits re-posted instead of re-blogged. Thank you!

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Heidi Landesman’s designs for the original Broadway production of The Secret Garden

jongenandmeisje:

I’ve yet to read Anne of Green Gables

jongenandmeisje:

I’ve yet to read Anne of Green Gables

capturingtheeras:

The Secret Garden (1993)

capturingtheeras:

The Secret Garden (1993)


unpetaling asked: Mary Lennox | Lavender 
Background painting by Gustave Caillebotte (x)

unpetaling asked: Mary Lennox | Lavender

Background painting by Gustave Caillebotte (x)


Favorite Film Scores;
The Secret Garden (1993): Zbigniew Preisner
[ listen ]

Favorite Film Scores;

The Secret Garden (1993)Zbigniew Preisner

[ listen ]

eden-rebel-giant:

” It was hot and strange in India “

eden-rebel-giant:

” It was hot and strange in India “

i was never allowed to go to the parties. i watched them from my mother’s bedroom window. i was angry, but i never cried. i didn’t know how to cry.