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September 21, 2008
The warmth to swell the grain.
Ratty and Mole would be seen snuffing the air on the first day of Spring. In Bracombe by Cranford, however there have been folk out snuffing like a hunt of foxes after plump rooster . Such an effect has been brought about by the coming of Autumn and the return of the sun to the Village. Indeed, there's no little hand wringing too as the farmers see little profit from their soggy harvest but at least they are being kept busy scampering with scythe and wagon, threshing well into the night.
The Rector's beaming like the wide mouthed frog as he has conducted two weddings, two Christenings, and the Bishop is coming this week.
The annual Flower Show was as much fun as any off us can remember. Mr Bartholomew walked away with the onion classes to the fury Mr Mills who was penalised for polishing his entry. Old Walter remains king of the shallott. What is it about the Sponge Cake that brings out such bitter rivalry? Mrs Minchin from The Hall, always comes away with a gold star award but the judges,I suppose nobody told them of this custom, awarded the star to a gentleman new to the village and commented that Mrs Minchin's sponge was 'overbaked'. I will find out more about him when we decorate the church for the harvest festival. Drab Pam will know more.
However,I fear the Knights' Round Table will not be groaning with her most sumptuous fare this week. No, the groaning will be entirely Mrs Minchin in the kitchen lamenting her defeat. There was a rumour that Sir Viette Ring has been dabbling in the Culinary arts himself. There was an anonymous Lemon Drizzle cake and he was seen hovering near the table for most of the afternoon, his spurs tripping up the unwary in the melee.
The school has some merry new pupils, they all arrived with scrubbed faces like shiny Braeburns, eager to be given a place on the polished benches. There are two little children from abroad. Freddy and Fanny Mae, we don't know much about them but I think we will learn a lot more as it seems they come with quite some baggage.
Another wagon of corn has just trundled by I must put some scones in the oven for the Bishop's visit.
Posted by Martha at September 21, 2008 08:12 AM