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May 12, 2008
Pentecost and red flannel petticoats go to the wind...
It's been unseasonably warm in the village and since May Day the hedges have been strewn with red flannel petticoats, no clouts mind, the month is only approaching its Ides. However, folks are turning their faces to the caress of the sunshine and have settled back to the old ways. Miss Peep is still bending the ears of all and sundry, especially sundry, about her lost sheep. This is, I'm afraid, an annual problem. No amount of counselling after matins from drab Eileen is going to help. "They'll come home bringing their tails behind them" is what she always says.
The fact that the rat catcher's mother says he'll be out on day release next week is no comfort to those of us with an infestation of vine weevil. The blackbird is of some use as I pick out the succulent grubs feeling that if nothing else I am keeping a family of five robustly fed. I was out with the Lark rise this morning grubbing among the roots of the Hydrangea Petiolaris when I heard hoof beats. Peering between fronds I saw it was bold Sir Cuitous Roote heading back towards the big house. "Hmm" I pondered. There has been word that since May Day he has been helping Gwen the one eyed widow with her topiary.
Oh my Lord! I see Miss Peep hurrying up my path. I will extinguish the candle and pretend to be out.
Posted by Martha at May 12, 2008 10:48 AM