All tagged The Farmer's Year
Quiet lies upon the fields and the wood this morning. No one is 'at plough', no one is carting. One might wonder what has happened but the familiar humming noise comes up from the rickyard, and skeins of black smoke are blurring the outlines of the leafless elms. Let us walk down to the farm, for surely this means they are threshing . . .
As the days lengthen the cold strengthens, is an old country saying. February brings the severe frosts and the snow . . .
Hedging and ditching, lopping and clearing: these are February's work, for they can be done in frost and cold . . .
Out on the wold the shepherd sat huddled in his hut over the charcoal stove ... A bleat roused him. At his feet by the stove lay his latest newborn, lanky and damp. He turned it over and stretched out for the bottle of warm milk. First tying the teat himself, he placed it in the lamb's mouth. Tenderly, with all the wisdom of over fifty lambing seasons, he seemed to breathe life into the inert huddled mass of legs, gently caressing the tiny body that was hardly as big as one of his own enormous hands.