Status Updates From The Year at Thrush Green (T...

“ The Remembrance Sunday service, with its sad splendour, took place in pouring rain, and like many thousands of villages in the land, the poppy wreath seemed to be the only glowing spot of colour against the grey wet stone of the memorial cross. It was a sorrowful time, with the glory of autumn wasted away and Christmas too far ahead to give any real cheer.”

“The dressing-up box was ransacked and a grubby and moth-eaten cape found which had clothed Red Riding Hood in a school play some twenty years earlier. It was agreed that it was time that this unhygienic garment was consigned to the flames, and the school guy was finally dressed to everyone’s satisfaction.” Guy Fawkes prep in November-sounds fun!

I love reading about Winnie’s drowsy childhood memories as she dozes in a lawn chair under a tree in the warm August afternoon…;o)

“ It seemed to Agnes that males, even those of six years old, with whom she had been familiar for many years, found it necessary to have attention, preferably from doting mothers or older sisters, and later, of course, from their wives. It was hardly surprising, thought Agnes, removing a piece of thistledown from the shelled peas, that widowers were so much more helpless than widows.”

“No, thought Winnie, watching the rain beating down her forget-me-nots, the first of May was not what it was. How she missed dear old Mrs Curdle! There were others who remembered her on that wild and wet morning. Dotty Harmer, turning the calendar page from April to May…thought sadly of times past when she had hurried up the lane to see the excitement of Mrs Curdle’s fair, with Flossie tugging at the lead.”

The description of an icy, snowy January really hits home!