Spring brings Morris the mole out of his burrow and looking for love. Being weak in the eyesight department, however, his quest seems doomed to failure; the shiny black fur that swims into view belongs to a horse who blows him into a pile of leaves, the pretty pink nose to a pig who knocks him into slimy mud and the wide feet to a goose who almost sits on him. Discouraged, Morris retreats—only to achieve bliss at last when Mini, another mole, arrives with a pair of eyeglasses that literally clarifies his whole outlook. Between the hearts on the cover and a final view of the happy couple cavorting joyously, Beardshaw fills her soft-edged scenes with spring flowers, smiling animals and paired-off birds and insects. Ah, sweet romance. (Picture book. 5-7)
