Anna the storms are over the sun is out

It time for us to walk blessed

Golden brown superb in health

Like immortals on earth

Anna are you on something

No

You seem to be very happy this morning

I have been reading Golden Brown by Richard Jefferies

You read a great deal of his work

I am a country lass as you know

My middle name is Amaryllis

 

Three fruit pickers women were the first people I met

Near a village in Kent

He describes the face of the eldest as being torn and scarred by time and weather

Then he compares them with two young women in the freshness of youth and beauty

Your point being

That these women are fundamentally the same but are poles apart

These hags have born and buried many of their offspring

Life has given them a severe beating

Yet still they toil in the fine fields of Kent

These maidens crush the same grass with their casual feet

Yet have no knowledge of what their future years will bring

 

 

Unfinished

 

 

loose of bodice ……free of shift