The hay has been cut and lies in a green stripe next to the yellow stripe of stubble, so that the field looks like a fairground awning stretched out to dry.
From a distance the hedgerows seem covered in snow but it’s the may blossom, sometimes pink – brides and bridesmaids of the Green Man, who makes his home in the hawthorn.
Today I passed the white horse on the hill at Kilburn – one of those chalk cut-outs beloved of the English. As usual, it reminded me of J.L. Carr’s ‘A Month in the Country’. His publisher once asked him if he knew that there was already a book of that name (meaning Turgenev’s play). Carr replied, ”Oh, yes, but mine’s better.” He was right.
I do so love your writing.
Is your bio hiding out on this blog somewhere? More importantly, do you have a book out I can buy?
Thanks so much, Mike. My bio is there, though being computer-illiterate I’ve probably done something silly with it. I’ve got a crime novel, ‘Deadly Nevergreen’, coming out in a few months. Published by Endaxi Press. I’ll let you know the date once I’m sure of it. Thanks again for the follow. x
Good to hear! I look forward to reading it.
Fantastic.
That is beautiful Lynn, I miss the White Horses of my childhood, they seem to inhabit a world where hay lies in the fields drying and the scent turns in my mind and draws the the long summer evenings…
Thanks, Guy. What’s the title of your play? When’s it set?