ABSTRACT
She was reading of larks singing and country girls dancing in summery English meadows. The scent of cut hay brushed past their muslin dresses and one of the girls paused to pick a spray of pink roses and lay it along her flushed cheek. In the dairy a woman churned cool, white milk into butter, another brought an apronful of apples, glowing a boisterous red, into the farm kitchen. The men left the harvest in the late summer evening and walked to the farm house to drink long glasses of cider.
