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Jim, Hot, you say! Is that your countrified way of exaggerating? Don’t you dare tell me you know from hot, farmboy, until you’ve spent a weekend in a thin wood […]
Jim, Hot, you say! Is that your countrified way of exaggerating? Don’t you dare tell me you know from hot, farmboy, until you’ve spent a weekend in a thin wood […]
Farmer Glump had endured the magpie’s thievery for a season. Whilst building its nest, the magpie had stolen his wife’s jewelry, husks of corn – which he did not mind […]
The seasonal wights did not come in airs of pestilence, as their cousins, the blights. They came on the equinoctial turns, when the smells of the seasons lured them from […]
It started on the Winslow farm. Bryan Turner came home to his wife just after dark. It was a cool evening, the blue sky over the beet fields mixed with […]
As the last licks of summer spread the sky’s horizon with red clouds thick as peanut butter, we will go to the orchard. The apples ripe on their branches will […]