A Month in the Country

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.

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6 responses to “A Month in the Country

  1. 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?

  2. 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…

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