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THE GREENWOOD TREE IN AUTUMN
A ‘RURAL OBSERVER’ WRITES:
‘With the arrival of Autumn a chill enters the air, and the people of the village seek their fires before night brings silence and darkness.
The trees bear witness to comings and goings, the folk venturing outside and later returning to their dwellings.( Image owned by the account holder)
Though the work of the harvest is over, their reward comes later than might be wished for. Instead of rushing to buy new things, local ladies look to preserve their wardrobe, cleaning, securing buttons, sewing here and there. Spinster or matron, the same customs prevail, the same social calendar is followed. For more than a few, a costume’s appearance is almost set in stone- tidied perhaps, but robust and serviceable for the next occasion. As the years go by, a slight change of tone in a piece’s color is far from unacceptable.
A few lined and crinkled photographs sit on the mantelpiece above the fire- a lady of the house is seen in a statuesque pose, naturally in her best costume. It’s a modest memory, fading as the years pass, while the trees stand outside, facing the wind but almost as steadfast as the dignified figure portrayed within.’
VILLAGE_LADY_AUTUMN_MEMORIES_1
THE GREENWOOD TREE IN AUTUMN
A ‘RURAL OBSERVER’ WRITES:
‘With the arrival of Autumn a chill enters the air, and the people of the village seek their fires before night brings silence and darkness.
The trees bear witness to comings and goings, the folk venturing outside and later returning to their dwellings.( Image owned by the account holder)
Though the work of the harvest is over, their reward comes later than might be wished for. Instead of rushing to buy new things, local ladies look to preserve their wardrobe, cleaning, securing buttons, sewing here and there. Spinster or matron, the same customs prevail, the same social calendar is followed. For more than a few, a costume’s appearance is almost set in stone- tidied perhaps, but robust and serviceable for the next occasion. As the years go by, a slight change of tone in a piece’s color is far from unacceptable.
A few lined and crinkled photographs sit on the mantelpiece above the fire- a lady of the house is seen in a statuesque pose, naturally in her best costume. It’s a modest memory, fading as the years pass, while the trees stand outside, facing the wind but almost as steadfast as the dignified figure portrayed within.’